Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
Hear music in the middle of the night
This must be your finger again,
Flip,
In the middle of the night, I feel sad;
I can't help blushing,
Listen quietly,
The vivid scene of midnight black boy.
Listen to my heart,
horrible
I know, but how can I respond?
Life has already defined her style,
Too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in my dream,
you and I
Let's climb the string of hope.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
prefer
I'd rather be a fallen leaf,
Let the rain fall everywhere;
Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky,
No longer connected with the earth.
But grab that sad sign,
To touch the disappointment that has not landed;
Twilight, night shift, tiptoe,
Everything is empty, without tenderness;
Forget the existence of this world; Have you;
Mourn for those who have loved;
Falling like a fallen flower, forgetting to go.
The emotion in these tears.
Nothing will be left until that day comes,
Less than an instant, a gust of wind.
Trace, you have to forget me, too
I live in this world.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
still
You stretch out into the clear sky like a lake.
White clouds are like a first-class cold current, clear.
Let me follow Lin 'an to explore your fountain;
I still have all kinds of doubts.
Every reflection of you!
You spread like a thousand flowers!
Fairy face is every petal of yours, which is more fragrant.
The warm and attractive smell of flowers, accompanied by a cool evening:
I said flowers, this is a trick of spring.
To steal someone's infatuation!
You learn from books whose leaves are blowing in the wind,
Reveal your every thought; Every corner of the mind,
Your eyes look at me and you keep talking:
But I still didn't answer, and there was silence.
Embrace my soul forever.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
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A summer night in the mountains
One summer night in the mountains, I won.
Like no bottom;
Shadows, dense pine forests;
There is no light around.
There is only one lamp flashing on the mountain-two lamps.
Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching
The wind is spreading all over the mountain.
Like to walk;
Branches and leaves that have fled to the ground.
There are silent meadows everywhere.
It's just running water, which keeps flowing in the valley.
Stone's heart and mouth are singing.
Even a static electricity, under cover.
Like soft curtains.
The problem is gone. It's at the four corners.
Fuzzy, is this a dream snooping?
The night elephant is praying and silently expecting.
Deep and gloomy piety spreads in silence.
193 1 year
Excerpt from New Moon, Volume 4, Issue 7 (June 1933)
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Excitement and indignation
I want to seize this bold moment.
Calm, clear-headed
Drinking the sweet fresh dew of spring,
Wave the sword of thought,
Let's dance That glance is the sharpest.
Sharp, like snow in the wilderness
Shining in the cold light of the moon,
Spit out cold and exciting light; -yeah,
Cut off the lingering during this time,
An argument with obscene meshes,
Cut out flawless transparent film,
Look at you, pure beauty,
Naked majesty.
…………
Then step on it
Any peak climbs the white clouds.
And brocade-like light, in a
Changhong, overlooking the surging sea,
Under the quiet blue sky,
Write down my surprise and joy,
Give me the hottest tears,
My faith, sincerity and power of love,
Worship forever,
Worship before your beauty!
In May, Xiangshan
Selected from the inaugural issue of Beidou (1931September)
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You are an April day on earth.
-Compliments of love
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
From Wen Xue, Vol. 1No. 1 (1April 5, 934).
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laugh heartily
She smiled so sweetly and deeply,
Is it round like that? a string of pearls
Shiny, bursting childlike innocence!
The bottom of the clear spring floats and flows to the water surface.
Brilliant,
Spread out!
Who laughs well and flowers bloom?
So light, don't wake up.
Xiaoxiang inadvertently went with the wind,
On the low wall, the setting sun shines in front.
death by hanging
homesickness
He laughed so high that this 100-story building,
Let unknown birds hover? who is it?
Laughing in the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
From the eaves of each layer of glass
shake up
Tian Yun?
From the literary supplement of Ta Kung Pao (1936 1.5).
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memory
Intermittent music, the most beautiful is gentleness.
At night, with the stars in the day.
On the stalk of memory, who doesn't?
Two or three have a graceful demeanour, flowers are blooming.
The nameless unfolding
The fragrance of wild lotus,
Moonlight when each petal is still.
The wind blows on the lake, and my hair is messed up, or
The water is wrinkled like a tapestry of fish scales.
The vastness in all directions is like a dream
Rippling with the past wandering in the center
No trace, everyone.
Knowing that picture,
The reflection of the memory submerged underwater!
65438+February 0936
Excerpted from Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement (1March 22, 936)
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Jumping bodhi leaves
Recognize this transparent body,
Leaves of wisdom fall on the earth?
Depression, kindness and purity-
A cold flame flashed that day,
A leaf fell to the ground silently,
Can only prove wisdom and loneliness.
Lonely zero will die in front of the wind
Yesterday and yesterday, beauty
Still can't escape the majesty of time;
I believe that I sleep best here.
Bones, the trace of a soul remembered by the moon,-
…………
The shade under the bodhi tree was last year!
1April 23, 936
From Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement (1936 May 17)
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Crossing Mount Tai at dusk
Remember that day?
The heart is the same river,
Let dusk come,
The moon hangs on the chest.
Like this Mount Qingdai,
today，
Heart is an obstacle to arrogance;
Lush,
Don't forget the sunset glow,
Huge,
But listen to the wind under your feet,
At night-
From Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement (1936 July 19)
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Sit quietly
Winter has its purpose,
Cold is like a flower,-
The flowers smell fragrant and there are memories in winter.
The shadow of dead branches is thin and smoky,
Drag a pen by the window in the afternoon;
In the cold, the sun is weak and gradually inclines. ...
(That's it) suddenly.
Speak like a guest
I sipped my tea silently.
1936 winter 165438+ October
From the Literary Supplement of Ta Kung Pao (1937 65438+ 10/3/0/)
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time
The seasons of the world are always changing.
In spring, you left many red traces, saying goodbye gently,
I don't want to sigh autumn with anyone when I come back!
Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds are lost.
In the distance, there is only a gray sky left.
Completely lonely, you can't stand listening to the cold wind alone?
From Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement (1937 March 14)
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Cry for three brothers.
Thirty years of air combat.
Brother, I don't have a language suitable for the times.
Mourn your death;
This is the requirement of the times,
Easy, you gave it.
This cold and simple heroism is a poem of the times.
This silent glory is you.
If in this inevitable fact,
I paid more grief, and I wanted to shout,
That's-you know-
Because you left too early,
Brother, it's too early for your bravery,
Mechanically backward, your chances are too bad!
In three years, you were killed over Chengdu.
The changes in these three years,
If I tell you, don't be sad,
Because most of them are not our native countries,
But others move forward in the times,
Our souls are bleeding and blown to pieces.
We have allies, supplies and weapons,
Just what you want.
I remember, I remember how I was with you.
Discuss, discuss, count,
Every day you wait patiently,
Every day is empty, as slow as a camel!
Expelling the machine now is not your best day.
Driving the "Eagle 75"—
So stupid, so slow, ah, don't be sad, brother.
You did your best,
Never mind who misses you, the times can't be measured.
China is coming, and the night is waiting for the dawn.
Dude, I used so many ugly words.
This is a poem mourning you,
Believe how bitter my heart is and how dumb my throat is,
I know you're not coming back,
The blood of young people has been replaced by science;
China's sorrow will sink in my heart forever.
Oh, don't be sad. You can't give comfort when you are sad.
I think about it several times every day:
You have given all you have to your brother who went with you.
The same is true, give your life;
Everything that was once young; There is still a chance in the future,
Possible mature work, wisdom in old age;
Possible love, family, children, and so on.
Right to life and happiness; There is also a struggle for life!
Who are you paying so much for? You believe
How many people in China will be happy in the future?
Your head is more important than yourself; The Immortalizer
China's history needs to exist permanently in the world.
You believed it, you did it, and finally you handed it in.
I totally understand why I'm still crying for you.
Just because you are a child, you have left nothing for yourself.
I looked forward to your happiness when I was a child, and I looked forward to your peace in wartime.
Today, you have no children to worry about, and you need old-age care and comfort.
Thousands of people have forgotten who you died for!
Lizhuang 1934
From Literature Journal, Volume 2,No. 12 (1May 948)
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delay
When all emotions
All converge into a sadness.
Such as small rivers, large rivers and confluence.
The boundless sea,-no matter
How to run, how to hover,-
There is a strong wind blowing on the river, and large and small stone eggs,
Several counter currents,
Small port, like
That life, unintentional peace.
Avoid the mainstream; emotional
Pingbo is getting more and more sad.
Stop, this Mercedes-Benz blood;
They don't have to be completely
Cause tears.
You might as well toss and turn a few times and return to the running water.
Despite all this confusion,
All this is to build logic.
Put desperate conclusions, a little bit.
Slow; Stall for time,-
Delay rational judgment,-
Will give pure emotion another hope!
From Zhou Wenyi Ta Kung Pao (1May 4, 947)
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Sorrow in August
The white ducks are swimming in the yellow pond.
Sorghum stems are too high,
How to insert this beating heart,
A narrow road in the field, this August sorrow?
The hill was washed away by rain last night.
Leave another shadow to shine on the sun;
The sheep followed the shepherd into the village.
There is a well in the shade of a big tree, which looks like a heart!
Nobody said anything in August,
Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.
But I looked at the fields, the melons on the earth walls,
I still don't understand what life has to do with dreams.
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Days after rain
I like this rainy day,
The plain is covered with grass!
My heart is always floating in the wind,
The wind blows:
Blow away vanilla, fallen leaves,
Blow away a cloud, like smoke-
Like smoke.
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Untitled
When can I have it again?
Very quiet;
Dissolve and stand in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountain, facing the river?
When can I do it again?
Full of hope;
New green, whispering poetry,
Climb the tower and listen to the bell ring?
When, when, heart
To really understand.
The distance this time; Age of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday's silence, the bell
Yesterday's people
Why are you drawing shadows again today?
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Autumn, this autumn
This is autumn, autumn,
The wind should be soft;
The sun is still smiling,
Shining with gold, boasting.
He really doesn't have much.
The most extravagant morning and evening!
Everywhere, in this autumn,
Patches are lying around.
Shan Ye, among the branches and leaves,
Like a drunken butterfly, or
Coral pearls, luxurious separation,
Colorful landing on the ground.
At this time, my heart is like a song.
Shining in the water of the mountain spring,
Beads splashed out.
The voice of the rock is singing.
Full of enthusiasm at this time.
It's all yours, autumn knows,
Know the wild in autumn,-
Autumn inadvertently fell in love with it.
Inadvertently confused!
But autumn, this autumn,
He held a fantastic wedding reception,
Not for your happiness:
He released his hand and put it around,
Illusion like falling flowers,
It is also because of uncertainty.
Sadness, in the final analysis.
In the center of life!
A rustling wind, from
Last night, the outer edge of the west window,
Shake the buttonwood and cry. ——
At first you wanted to know:
Lotus leaf has not been damaged;
The canoe stopped in the middle of the current;
Whispering in summer nights, insects singing,
I still believe I'm still hugging.
Warm and sweet in the ear;
But the buttonwood leaves bring osmanthus fragrance,
The light has been turned on.
Everything is different, he said with a flash:
As long as a night of wind, a night of illusion.
The cold fog fascinated my eyes,
In this late autumn,
Who are you arguing with? Behind the reality
It's realistic and absurd,
Is fruit an incredible lie?
Doubt can't resist simple cruelty,
Stop pitying the bleeding sadness,
Take the time to admit it.
Creation is a craftsman of destruction.
Faith is just a scent,
That good idea can't stand the west wind any longer.
Whistling through the buttonwood!
If you can't forget, you can't forget.
Birds I've heard before;
I believe it is because of the flowers I have seen.
Should sleep in the middle of the past. ……
The pride of autumn is the fruit,
Not a bud.-Life doesn't allow you.
Don't give you accumulated fragrance;
Hand over each layer of light and heat color;
Drain your most embarrassing acid.
At this time,
Never cry; Or make a phone call;
There is no need to close your eyes and pray;
Looking to the future;
As long as it's low, in silence, low.
There is a sleepy bear, a bear.
This autumn with falling leaves
Listen to the wind and pull the strings together;
This night, this night, this tragic change!