Xu Zhimo's poems are fresh in words, harmonious in rhythm, novel in metaphor, rich in imagination, beautiful in artistic conception, elegant in thought, full of changes, pursuing neatness and splendor in artistic form, and having distinct artistic personality. Since 1922 returned to China, Xu Zhimo has published a large number of well-known aesthetic poems in newspapers and periodicals.
Among these masterpieces, the most famous is the poem Farewell to Cambridge:
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky,
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
If you don't pay so much attention to Xu Zhimo's poems, then you may miss his poems. In addition to this poem A Farewell to Cambridge, he also has the following seven heartbreaking poems. Let's enjoy them together.
1, the happiness of snowflake
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I must know my direction clearly.
Fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't go to the deserted street to be disappointed.
Fly, fly, fly,
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Wait for her to visit in the garden.
Fly, fly, fly,
Ah, she smells of cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart
-disband, disband, disband
-Into her tender heart.
2. Incomplete poems
Who do you blame? Who do you blame? Is this thunder in the blue sky?
Close, lock;
Dust on the tiles until tomorrow!
Don't look at the smooth white stone steps until tomorrow, alas,
Grass grows in cracks,
The pine trees on the stone are full of berries!
There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch. It's really phoenix tail.
But who else will change water,
Who will feed the grass? Feed the grass?
Three or five days ago, be sure to turn your eyes to your white belly.
Don't die floating,
Let the ice decompose!
The most pitiful are those Ying Ge people with red mouths and green hair.
Let the queen teach you well and sing along with the flute.
Pampered, fed late,
Just swearing,
Now, you're in charge!
There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ……
3. Night of Cold Jade
You really left, tomorrow? Then I, then I, ...
You don't have to worry, sooner or later;
If you want to remember me, remember me,
Otherwise, forget the world before it's too late.
With me, I don't have to think about time and space.
Think of it as a dream, a fantasy;
Think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday.
Timid and pitying in front of the wind, a fluttering,
Two petals, fall to the ground, step on them and turn into mud. ...
Alas, people step on it and turn it into mud-it's clean when it turns into mud.
This half-dead man is suffering,
Looking at an attic, heavy and tearful-
Oh, my God, why did you come? Why did you come? ...
I can't forget you, the day you came,
As if the dark future is bright,
You are my husband, my lover, my benefactor,
You taught me what life is and what love is.
You woke me up in a coma and cleared me.
How do I know the sky is high and the grass is green without you?
Touch my heart, how fast it beats;
Touch my face again, how burnt it is, thank you for the night.
Invisible; Love, I can't breathe,
Stop kissing me; I can't stand this kind of intense work,
My soul is like a burning brick these days.
Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, hits, hits and sparks.
Scattered ... I'm dizzy, hold me tight,
Love, let me stay in this quiet garden,
How beautiful it is to die on your chest with your eyes closed!
The wind rustled in the white tree overhead,
This is my funeral song, this breeze,
Blowing from the olive grove, with pomegranate flowers,
Take my soul away, firefly,
Affectionate and dedicated fireflies, with their light,
I stopped when I got to the bridge with the third ring hole.
Look, you're holding my half-hot body,
Call me, kiss me, shake me, suck me, ...
I will smile and follow the breeze,
Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,
Anyway, lose this disgusting life and experience this death.
In love, the death of this love center is not as good as.
500 reincarnations? ..... selfish, I know,
But I don't care ... will you die with me?
What, it's not a complete "love to death" without a pair,
If you want to fly, you must fight with two pairs of wings.
It's different to take care of when you go to heaven,
I can't live without you and you can't live without me;
If it's hell, you won't be at ease if I go alone.
You said that hell might be more civilized than this world.
Although I don't believe that a delicate flower like me,
There is no guarantee that there will be no more storms.
You can't hear me clearly when I call you.
That's not asking for liberation, but throwing it into the mud,
On the contrary, cold-eyed ghosts colluded with hard-hearted people.
Laugh at my fate and your cowardice and carelessness?
That's right. What should I do?
It's hard to live, it's too hard, and you can't get rid of it when you die.
I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me.
Alas! You said you'd better live and wait for that day!
Is there that day? -You are my confidence;
But you must leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart?
Leave without me? I can't keep you, it is fate;
But this flower, without sun and dew soaking,
If you don't die, you will inevitably fall out. What a pity!
You can't forget me, dear, except in your heart,
I have no life; Yes, I listen to you, I wait,
I have to wait patiently when Cycas bloom;
Love, you will always be a star above my head;
If I die unfortunately, I will become a firefly.
In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying in the dark,
Dusk flies to midnight, midnight flies to dawn,
I just hope there are no clouds in the sky, and I can see the sky.
The unchanging big star in the sky is you,
I hope you can shine more light for me at night,
Through the day, through the heart of love ...
4. Change and invariability
The leaves on the tree say:
"It's changed again,
You see,
Some are heartbroken, some are a pot of coke! "
"Yes,"
The answer is my own heart:
Also withered and withered in the cold west wind.
At this time, the contiguous stars climbed to the top of the tree;
"Look here,"
They seem to be saying:
"Has it changed?"
"Look here,"
Invisibly launched another sound.
"Isn't it as distinct?"
-My soul interrupted it.
5. "Dedication"
That day, you wandered in the air,
Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.
On which side of the sky or in which corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained freedom.
You are more casual on the humble ground.
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.
Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.
What he clung to was deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back!
6. unexpected
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected to the center of your wave-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
7. Waiting for the cuckoo not to come under the moon
Look at the quiet bridge shadow once,
Count the ripples of mother of pearl,
I warmed the moss on the stone fence,
Moss cools my heart;
Moon, you quit school, and the bride is ashamed.
Cover with brocade, your head is shining,
You were here last night,
May I ask her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the village temple tower in the distance,
Like light waves in a dream,
Worried about the ebb and flow of the tide,
A lonely boat drifting vaguely and stumbling!
Sparkling, deep night, long thoughts.
Where is my dear friend,
The wind is blowing, the willows are floating and the money is fighting.
The unforgettable sound of spring.