Question 1: Xu Zhimo’s poem "You Go" written to Lin Huiyin --------Xu Zhimo, if you go, I will go too, we break up here;
When you get on that main road, you can walk with confidence.
Look at the street lights that light up to the horizon.
All you have to do is follow this straight line of light!
You go first, I stand here looking at you:
Slow down your steps, don’t let the dust rise,
I want to know how far you are from The departing figure,
Until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you clearly.
Otherwise, I will call your name,
Constantly remind you that I am here,
To resolve the confusion between deserted street and late night Desolate,
I watch you go back...
No, I have my own opinion,
You don’t have to worry about me; you take the high road,
I enter this alley. Look at that tree.
It’s so high that it reaches the sky. I walked over there and turned.
Beyond that is a messy wilderness;
There is a deep pool. , there are shallow depressions, half-lit and still water,
It looks like tears in the night light;
There are rocks, there are vines that hook the ankles,
>I stumbled while waiting for passers-by to become distracted,
But you don’t have to worry, I have plenty of courage,
The dangerous journey cannot make me cold.
When you go far away, I will stride forward.
This wilderness is full of the freshness of night dew;
There is no sorrow, but Asking for the wind to move,
the sea of ??clouds will be filled with the flowing mercury of stars;
not to mention that it will always shine through the bottom of my heart,
there is that star that never sleeps. Pearl, I love---you!
----------------------------------This is Xu Zhimo’s post in July 1931. A poem in a letter to Lin Huiyin.
Question 2: The last poem Xu Zhimo wrote to Lin Huiyin 1. The last poem Xu Zhimo wrote to Lin Huiyin was "You Go", the original text is as follows:
You Go , I'm leaving too, let's break up here;
Whichever road you take, feel free to go,
Look at the street lights that are always bright to the horizon,
You just have to follow the straight line of light!
You go first, I stand here looking at you,
Slow down your steps, don’t let the dust rise,
I want to recognize you clearly The retreating figure,
Until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you clearly,
Otherwise, I will call your name,
Constantly remind you that you have I am here
To relieve the desolation of the deserted street and the late night,
I will watch you go back...
No, I have my own opinion,
You don’t have to worry about me; you take the main road,
I enter this alley, look at that tree,
It’s high to the sky, I walk there While turning,
beyond is a messy wilderness:
There are deep pools, shallow depressions, half-lit still water,
In the night light Like falling tears;
There are stones, there are vines that hook the ankles,
I stumble when I expect passers-by to be distracted!
But you don’t have to worry, I have plenty of courage.
The dangerous journey cannot make me cold.
When you are far away, I will stride forward,
This wilderness is full of the freshness of night dew;
There is no sorrow, but As long as the wind moves,
the sea of ??clouds will be filled with the flowing mercury of the stars;
What’s more, it will always shine through the bottom of my heart;
There is that star that never sleeps Pearl, I love you!
2. Introduction to the love between Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin:
In 1921, 16-year-old Lin Huiyin traveled to Europe. While in England, he met Xu Zhimo, who was studying in the UK at the time. At that time, Xu Zhimo was already the father of a two-year-old child. Lin Huiyin was attracted by Xu Zhimo's profound knowledge, elegant conversation and handsome appearance. Xu Zhimo was also attracted by Lin Huiyin's outstanding talent and beauty. He spoke highly of her and wrote many love poems for Lin Huiyin. The two of them also communicated through letters. It was mentioned in the later "Preface to the Collection of Tigers" (1931) that he had "completely nothing to do with poetry" before the age of twenty-four. It was his encounter with Lin Huiyin that inspired his new poetry creation. In March of the same year, he filed for divorce from his first wife Zhang Youyi.
After that, they organized Crescent Club activities together, acted together, and often exchanged letters.
During Tagore's visit to China in 1924, Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin both served as translators. Later, Xu Zhimo accompanied Tagore to Japan, and Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng went to the University of Pennsylvania. When Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin met again, it was already four years later. During this period, Lin Huiyin was married to Liang Sicheng. After Xu was introduced to Lu Xiaoman, a married woman, they soon fell in love. Lu Xiaoman divorced her husband Wang Geng because of Xu. On November 19, 1931, Xu Zhimo, who was preparing to attend Lin Huiyin's lecture, was killed in a plane crash.
Xu Zhimo also had a great influence on Lin Huiyin. He is the guide on Lin Huiyin’s literary path. Many years later, Lin Huiyin also said to his children: "What Xu Zhimo loved at first was not the real me, but the Lin Huiyin he imagined with the romantic emotions of a poet. In fact, I am not that kind of person."
Question 3: There is a sentence in the poem written by Xu Zhimo to Lin Huiyin: "If you are well, it will be a sunny day. Which introduction is it?
Xu Zhimo's original sentence is: Time is like water, always empty. Word. If you are well, it will be sunny.
Many versions appeared later, and then Xu Zhimo’s poems were expanded and written. Among them, the following one is the most touching.
Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny.
I have always wanted to be a quiet woman, guarding myself in the deepest mortal world, and guarding the initial excitement and joy.
Or get stuck in a book of light and shadow and look through those vague old dreams.
Time is like a glass of still water, still deep and still able to flow deeply,
But a mood has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and the water passes away with a sudden surprise.
Standing at the intersection of time, looking back at the beauty and tenderness that we have walked through.
Many people are troubled, and many longings and longings that were once blooming are still flowing slowly in the long river of time, and silently looking back.
The world is complicated, and time is ultimately speechless. The so-called obsession may be just illusion, and the so-called arrival is just the end.
Life is endless, and the world of mortals is endless. Just exchange one journey for another understanding, just exchange one journey for one experience, that's all.
In this world of mortals, who are the spectators and passers-by in whose life?
Pushing open a door called time, many years were finally stranded.
And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal grid, walking on the edge of dreams and reality.
If the lush greenery locked in time drags the cold plain moon and clear autumn, then who will take a scoop from you and drink drunkenly in the world of mortals?
In this life, if you are well, it will be sunny.
Question 4: A love letter written by Xu Zhimo to Lin Huiyin "You Go" --------Xu Zhimo, if you go, I will go too, we break up here;
< p> When you get on that main road, you can walk with confidence.Look at the street lights that light up to the horizon.
You just have to follow this straight line of light!
You go first, I stand here looking at you:
Slow down your steps, don’t let the dust rise,
I want to know how far you are from The departing figure,
Until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you clearly.
Otherwise, I will call your name,
Constantly remind you that I am here,
In order to resolve the confusion between deserted street and late night Desolate,
I see you go back...
No, I have my own opinion,
You don’t have to worry about me; you take the high road,
I enter this alley. Look at that tree.
It’s so high that it reaches the sky. I walked over there and turned.
Beyond that is a messy wilderness;
There is a deep pool. , there are shallow depressions, half-lit and still water,
It looks like tears in the night light;
There are rocks, there are vines that hook the ankles,
>I stumbled while waiting for passers-by to become distracted,
But you don’t have to worry, I have plenty of courage,
The dangerous journey cannot make me cold.
When you go far away, I will stride forward.
This wilderness is full of the freshness of night dew;
There is no sorrow, but Asking for the wind to move,
the sea of ??clouds will be filled with the flowing mercury of stars;
not to mention that it will always shine through the bottom of my heart,
there is that star that never sleeps. Pearl, I love---you!
----------------------------------This is Xu Zhimo’s post in July 1931 A poem in a letter to Lin Huiyin.
Question 5: The first poem written by Xu Zhimo to Lin Huiyin. The forest is dim and the sound of cicadas is far away.
Huiyin wants to look forward to leaning on the high platform.
Because the monk in Lishan lives in Huacheng,
I am here to be a real fisherman.
My beloved son plays the jade flute in the wind,
Do you know that I am crazy at heart?
Question 6: Which poem by Xu Zhimo was written to Lin Huiyin? "You Go" --------Xu Zhimo You go, I will go, we part here; When you go to that main road, you can walk with confidence. You see the street lights are shining all the way to the horizon. You just have to follow this light. straight line! You go first, I stand here looking at you: step more slowly, don't let the dust rise, I want to recognize your retreating figure clearly, until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you clearly. Otherwise, I will call your name, constantly reminding you that I am here, to relieve the desolation of the deserted street and late night, and watch you go back... No, I have my own opinion, you don't have to worry about me; You take the main road, I'll go into this alley. Look at that tree, it's so high up to the sky, I walked over there and turned, and beyond that was a messy wilderness; there were deep pools, there were shallow depressions, the water was half lit, like tears in the night light; There are rocks and vines that prick my ankles, tripping over me while waiting for passers-by to lose their minds. But you don’t have to worry, I have plenty of courage, and the dangerous journey cannot make me feel cold. When you are far away, I will stride forward. This wilderness is full of the freshness of night dew; I am not worried about the deep clouds, but if the wind moves, the sea of ??clouds will have waves of flowing mercury from the stars; not to mention that it will always shine through me. Deep in my heart, there is that pearl that never sleeps, I love you---you! ----------------------------------This is what Xu Zhimo attached to a letter to Lin Huiyin in July 1931. poem.
Question 7: Xu Zhimo’s poem to Lin Weiyin, “You Go”
--------Xu Zhimo
You go, I Let's go, let's break up here;
As long as you go on that main road, you can walk with confidence,
Look at the street lights that are shining all the way to the horizon,
All you have to do is Follow this straight line of light!
You go first, I stand here looking at you:
Slow down your steps, don’t let the dust rise,
I want to know how far you are from The departing figure,
Until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you clearly.
Otherwise, I will call your name,
Constantly remind you that I am here,
To resolve the confusion between deserted street and late night Desolate,
I watch you go back...
No, I have my own opinion,
You don’t have to worry about me; you take the high road,
I enter this alley. Look at that tree.
It’s so high that it reaches the sky. I walked over there and turned.
Beyond that is a messy wilderness;
There is a deep pool. , there are shallow depressions, half-lit and still water,
It looks like tears in the night light;
There are rocks, there are vines that hook the ankles,
>I stumbled while waiting for passers-by to become distracted,
But you don’t have to worry, I have plenty of courage,
The dangerous journey cannot make me chill.
When you go far away, I will stride forward.
This wilderness is full of the freshness of night dew;
There is no sorrow, but Asking for the wind to move,
the sea of ??clouds will be filled with the flowing mercury of stars;
not to mention that it will always shine through the bottom of my heart,
there is that star that never sleeps. Pearl, I love---you!
----------------------------------This is Xu Zhifu in July 1931 A poem in a letter to Lin Huiyin.
Question 8: What is the blue of the sky written by Tagore to Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin?
Falling in love with the green of the earth
The sigh of the breeze between them Silent
Alas
---------This poem is a short poem written during Tagore’s visit to China and about the feelings between Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo
p>Question 9: Who knows the poems written by Lin Huiyin to Xu Zhimo? The poems written by Lin Huiyin to Xu Zhimo
"Don't throw it away"
Don't throw it away
This past situation,
is now like flowing water,
gently
At the bottom of the cold mountain spring, in the dark night The pine forest
is as vague as a sigh,
you still have to preserve the truth!
The same moonlight,
the same lights across the mountain ,
The sky is full of stars,
Only people are missing,
Hanging like a dream,
You ask the night to return< /p>
That sentence - you still have to believe
It remains in the valley
There is that echo!
"Commemorating the fourth anniversary of Zhimo's death" 》
Today is the fourth anniversary of your departure from this world! My friend, what should we use to commemorate you this time? In the first two times, we surrounded your photos with fragrant flowers, suppressing the sighs and sighs in our throats. Sad and choked, friends looked at each other boredly, completing a form of commemoration, which seemed like a stupid failure. Because at that time, the actions that were almost sentimental but not religiously solemn had no other effect except to highlight the distance between you and us, the gap between life and death; it was almost completely unable to achieve any real commemorative significance.
Last year today I unexpectedly passed by your hometown from southern Zhejiang. In the gloomy night, I stood outside the train door and stared at the gloomy platform, silently recalling many discontinuous fragments of the past. Until the world between life and death becomes a blur, and life is like a train, a series of questions running through the vastness. I think of you:
The train caught the rails and ran through the mountains, water, and...
If at that time my tears had involuntarily overflowed from my eyelashes. , I know you will forgive me. You should believe that I will not surrender to sorrow. I will always believe in those who are stubborn and loyal to life, even if life is like what you said below:
Just rely on the two narrow roads, which can be regarded as rails. This weight is as heavy as a dream!
At that time, I remember the train slowly pulling out from the platform and moving forward. I also followed the sad poetry, and the "car" ***", "Crossing the wilderness, crossing the pond,... passing the silent village." Arrived at the second stop──half of my hometown.
It’s today’s turn again this year! The world is still in a mess, and many places are filled with dark clouds. Looking forward to the opposite direction of ideals, I am not talking nonsense. When I write: Faith is only a thin Incense sticks, that bright idea can no longer withstand the west wind rustling through the sycamore trees
My friend, you say it yourself, if you were sitting in my seat now, facing the sun from this window: Seeing Drawing pictures on the wall with the shadow of chrysanthemums; leaning on two stacks of this morning's newspapers under his arms; from time to time, the faint sound of "target shooting" bullets outside Chaoyang Gate can be heard in the ears; consciously and subconsciously, we must understand the relationship between life and death. Mystery, what kind of poem should you write to commemorate a friend who has died?
At this time, I am completely confused! I am accustomed to say that everything is like a creation. In the final analysis, it is fate, but I know that everything seems to have our own shadow imprinted in it! I also know that every day is a pattern made up of many chances and coincidences, but I also question it. Who is in charge of the arrangement? According to my opinion: death is a chapter of tragedy, and life is the backbone of a tragedy! The characters in our group of dramas have contradictory personalities; reason and emotion are incompatible; ideals and reality conflict face to face, side by side. Or on the contrary, it can cause sadness. The days move forward day by day. Yesterdays and yesterdays pile up and blend into an unavoidable background, making the walls or air around us, so solid and so ethereal, making each of us stand at every moment of every day. Everything is so important, yet so insignificant and incompetent!
At this moment I can hardly find a word to say, because, really, I am just completely confused; I feel that life and death are as incomprehensible , incomprehensible.
But I want to tell you that although you have left our world of homosexual activities for four years and stopped participating in the main force of driving changes in events, no one can deny that you are still Standing in our misty background, indirectness is a kind of strength, especially in terms of efforts and beliefs in literary and artistic creation. Indirectly, you let the natural sounds, colors, the gentle breeze and white moon from time to time, and all human emotions without rules, continue to live among us intermittently, and are still intertwined with us in this life. Disputes continue the ideal of life. You are not too
far away from us. Your figure will always hang here and there, with the same heart spinning as when you were alive.
Speaking of your poems, my friend, I am about to say something more serious to you. Don't be impatient, sooner or later we will have to make this clear. People say that the final conclusion has been made, and the former has long been a fact. The latter is uncomfortable to say in the past four years. I have not yet made a pertinent or honest review, although my praise and criticism of you are all due. Within a week or two after your death, everyone... >>
Question 10: Which love poem did Xu Zhimo write to Lin Huiyin? What did Lin Huiyin reply to him? Xu Zhimo's love poem to Lin Huiyin - "You Go"
If you go, I will go, and we will break up here;
Whichever road you take, you can go with confidence, < /p>
Look at the street lights that are shining all the way to the horizon,
You just have to follow this straight line of light!
You go first, I will stand here looking at you, < /p>
Slow down your steps and don’t let the dust rise.
I want to recognize your retreating figure clearly.
Until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you clearly. ,
Otherwise I will call your name,
Constantly remind you that I am here
In order to eliminate the desolation of the deserted street and late night,
Watching you go back...
No, I have my own opinion,
You don’t have to worry about me; you take the high road,
I entered this alley, look at the tree,
It was as high as the sky, I walked over there and turned,
Beyond it was a messy wilderness:
p>There are deep pools, there are shallow depressions, half-lit still water,
It looks like tears in the night light;
There are stones and hooks. The vines on my ankles,
stumble when I expect passers-by to become distracted!
But you don’t have to worry, I have plenty of courage,
The dangerous journey cannot make you I am heartbroken.
When you are far away, I will stride forward,
This wilderness is full of the freshness of night dew;
There is no sorrow, but As long as the wind blows,
the sea of ??clouds will be filled with the flowing mercury of the stars;
What’s more, it will always shine through the bottom of my heart,
There is that star that never sleeps. Pearl, I love you!
Lin Huiyin replied:
You are April in the world
- a praise of love
I say you are April in the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the surrounding wind; the lightness
dances and changes in the brightness of spring.
You are the mist in the April morning,
The wind is soft at dusk, the stars are shining inadvertently, and the fine raindrops are sprinkled on the flowers. forward.
That lightness, that Tingting, you are, Xianyan
You wear the crown of flowers, you are
Innocence, solemnity, you are every night full moon.
The goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like; fresh
The green with the first buds, you are; tender joy
The water light floats with your dream expectation White lotus in the middle.
You are the flowers blooming on the trees, and the swallows
whispering between the beams, - you are love, warmth,
hope, You are April in the world!