If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to 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 be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
[Edit this paragraph] The Happiness of Snowflakes
It is undoubtedly a pure poem (that is, a pure poem proposed by Valery). Here, the real me is completely evacuated, and snowflakes appear instead of me, "flying in the air", but this is a snowflake, full of the poet's thoughts and worn by the soul. This is a snowflake of spirit, a human spirit, and he will die for beauty. It is worth recalling that he did not feel pain or despair in the pursuit of beauty. On the contrary, he fully enjoyed the freedom of choice and the joy of love. Snowflakes "fly, fly, fly", so firm, cheerful, relaxed and free, is really a self-evident and conscious result. And this beauty, she lives in a quiet place, in and out of the snow park, exudes the fragrance of cinnabar plums, and her heart is like a soft lake! She is an eternal illusion in modern aesthetics. For the poet Xu Zhimo, there may be deep personal objective factors, but naturally it is the internal motivation for the poet to choose "she" instead of "he" to join in the search for the dawn of the new century.
Contrary to reading, a poet may face the snowflakes flying outside the window with tears in his eyes when writing, or he may walk alone in the world of snowflakes flying. His soul was tortured by imprisonment. The reality and the heaviness of the body tormented him. When "the glory of the stars and the moon and the hope of mankind" makes him sing "the joy of snowflakes", perhaps it can be said that the process of poetry itself is the process of soul flying? This poem has four verses. These four verses with sonorous rhythm are not so beautiful in structure as they reflect the wonder of the poet's passion ups and downs. A sober poet avoids the barriers of reality and builds everything on "if". "If" makes this poem set a soft and hazy style, and its enthusiasm and freedom are shrouded in a faint aura of sadness. The rotation, delay and final destination of snowflakes are completely consistent with the freedom, firmness and persistence of the poet's beautiful soul. The rhythm of this poem is the sound of nature and the symphony of the soul. Repeated "flying, flying, flying" weaves a profound picture of the soul. Do we need poets to tell us more?
The poet Xu Zhimo wrote in the preface to the tiger collection: "The poet is also a stupid bird. He put his soft heart close to the thorn of the rose, singing the glory of the stars and the moon and the hope of mankind, and he would not stop until his painstaking efforts were exhausted and the white flowers were dyed red. His pain and happiness are profound. "
Personally, I think that Xu Zhimo wrote his own ideals and hopes. It can be seen from the continuity between Happiness of Snowflakes, Farewell to Cambridge and I don't know which direction the wind blows. Xu Zhimo pays attention to artistic conception in his works. From the artistic conception in his poems, we can easily see Xu Zhimo's thoughts and pursuits.