Autumn rain is next to the first-class cold autumn water.
In a gaunt autumn willow,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I gently brushed him down in the private halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.
Follow Qiushui.
This autumn whisper, autumn romance,
The plot of love poems has fallen into the autumn dizziness of autumn eyes,
Follow Qiushui.
Extended data:
Xu Zhimo seems to be born to write poetry. His poems carry out the pursuit of rhythmic beauty by crescent poets. The words are fresh, the rhythm is harmonious, and the artistic conception is beautiful and changeable. What he pursues is an orderly and gorgeous art form, which makes people memorable and yearning.
The autumn language in Xu Zhimo's works is melancholy. Past feelings, as well as heartfelt, yesterday's joy, today's memories; Yesterday's sadness, today's melancholy; Yesterday's eyes were smiling, but today's eyes are bitter.
As a rich boy born in a famous business family and deeply influenced by an aristocratic school like Cambridge, Xu Zhimo's ideological character is a complex contradiction. At that time, Xu Zhimo was single in Cambridge, and the bleak cold wind and fallen leaves inspired his sad feelings and surging frenzy.