Like a wild rose, her posture;
Like a wild rose, her grace
A storm came and destroyed her life.
This piece of grass has her tombstone.
Submerged in the creeping weed, her sadness;
Submerged in the weeds, her sadness-
Ah, there are bloody roses in this wasteland!
That rose is the soul of an infatuated woman,
Moistened by the morning dew,
In the evening, there is an evening breeze to keep warm.
And the comfort of the long night, watching the stars.
You said this should be her peace?
But fate is also called a ruthless hand to climb,
Climb, climb all the glory on the green stripe,-
Poor Susie, she's been hit again!
It was written on May 5th, 1925, and was first published in the 7th anniversary supplement of Morning Post on February 0th of the same year with the signature of Xu Zhimo.
As a "bourgeois" poet who pursues the trinity of "love, freedom and beauty" all his life, it goes without saying that Xu Zhimo is most sensitive and sympathetic to the destruction and destruction of beautiful things. Susu is also the representative work of Xu Zhimo's poems on this subject. The greatest feature of this poem is the boldness of imagination and the strangeness of conception. It describes the unfortunate life experience of an infatuated girl named "Su Su", but it is different from ordinary and stagnant poems. It describes the real life experience of the protagonist in detail and expresses the main idea with realism and reproducibility. But give full play to the poet's famous imagination and expertise in "imaginative writing", and with his romantic imagination and exaggerated imitation, focus on writing Su Su's experiences and encounters after his death. This is a "refined change" of the style of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Is it a fairy tale? Or nonsense? Or a fairy tale? Maybe both. Judging from the tradition of China's ancient poetry, it is not uncommon to use the beauty of fragrant flowers to compare beauty. But most of them only refer to the beauty and innocence of beautiful women before their death. In this poem, Xu Zhimo not only uses "wild rose" to compare the beauty and moving of "Susu" before her death-"Like wild rose, she is full of elegance; The "wild rose" that grew on the grave after Susu's death is also used to describe Susu's "soul". In this way, the quasi-materialization of Susu (Susu → Rose) and the personification of Rose (Rose → Susu) overlap; In other words, the metaphor of "wild rose" is the metaphor of "shape" of Susu, while the symbol of Susu is the metaphor of "god" of wild rose growing on the grave after Susu's death. In this way, both form and spirit are combined, and the rose and Susu are completely integrated, and the rose becomes the noumenon symbol of Susu.
The whole poem takes Rose as the clue, which runs through Su Su's life and death-only a quarter of the four time streams of the whole poem. Before Su Su died, she was infatuated and pure, as beautiful as a rose, but was ruthlessly destroyed by the storm on earth. After Susie died, she was buried in the wasteland and submerged in the grass. However, the soul did not die, and a "blood-stained rose" grew in the wasteland. Ross was once caressed and nurtured by the generous and kind mother nature, and was temporarily freed from pain. Xu Zhimo, a poet, loves nature, wins the spirituality of nature, and writes the generosity and warmth of nature with seemingly relaxed and casual natural images, but in fact full of affection.
The plot reversal in the last paragraph reflects the exquisiteness and originality of the poet's conception. Wild rose, the soul after Su Su's death, was warm and calm for a while, but it could not last. But fate is also called a ruthless hand to climb/climb, to climb all the splendor on the green stripes. When the rose was destroyed by the "ruthless hand", the poem that had been narrated could not help but stand up and express her feelings directly: "Poor Susie, it was destroyed again".
Undoubtedly, the romantic "fairy tale" imagination and ingenious conception, as well as the poet's deep and broad humanitarian sympathy for the destruction of beautiful things, have made this poem rich in profound connotation, provocative poetry and appeal.
Ai Qing's satirical criticism of Xu Zhimo's "special rap in front of women" in "Sixty Years of China's New Poetry" is naturally a bit harsh, but it is not false to say that Xu Zhimo is particularly affectionate to delicate and lovely beautiful things (including beautiful women). This song "Susu" is full of such a love that makes people feel distressed and sad because beautiful things are destroyed. Although the whole poem is the system and framework of narrative poetry, the overflow of emotion is full of lines that are only superficial narrative-narrative, which has become a "meaningful narrative"! Especially in the last paragraph:
"But fate is also called relentless hands to climb, climb, climb the glory on the green stripes,-"
The word "climb" dragged on and on, hesitating, as if the author really couldn't bear to start, and couldn't bear to let that "heartless hand" make such a cruel move. Of course, Xu Zhimo's unique arrangement of poetic language and his pursuit of musical beauty also make the singing and sighing of poetry just right and exciting. In the first three verses of the poem, the metrical form is that each verse has rhyme, each sentence uses rhyme, and two or three sentences are completely repeated, but the first and fourth sentences are not repeated, but the semantic relationship is gradually developed. This is slightly different from the metrical form of Never See Lei Feng Again and Searching for Stars. These two poems are not only the same in the second sentence and the third sentence, but also the same in the first sentence and the second sentence, that is, "ab; Ba; " Type. In Susu, the cycle has a gradual change, such as rising or moving forward in the circle, approaching the presentation of the theme step by step. Only in the fourth quarter, the metrical form showed a valuable "liberation" for Xu Zhimo. The second sentence is not quite the same as the third sentence. The last sentence is to express one's mind directly. This may be due to the repeated delay of the expression "climbing" analyzed above; Second, perhaps Xu Zhimo "talks too much" and ignores the strictness of rhythmic style in order to express his regret. This may be called the victory of "meaning" over "word". Of course, due to the foreshadowing of the first three paragraphs and the noise of singing and sighing, Xu Zhimo's final straightforward expression was not too straightforward and far-fetched, but came naturally, and the topic was just right, which directly sublimated the emotion.
Please listen to me,
I live at the source of the Yangtze River.
You live at the end of the Yangtze River,
I don't know the daily situation in Jun Jun.
* * * Drink Yangtze River water,
When will the water stop? ,
When will you hate yourself?
May your heart be the same as mine,
Will live up to the meaning of lovesickness,
Red, I took off my heart,
When I refused to marry Feng Chun,
I was hit by the autumn wind for no reason!
Unconsciously, I fell in love with you!
Maybe, everything is predestined,
We are destined to be together in this life,
Panic-stricken heartbeat, frying with the tip of a pen,
I want to, but I'm afraid you know if you love me!
Love, love, finally live far apart.
Even if I know where you are, even if I see you again.
But I can no longer easily touch your outline, laugh with you and quarrel with you a little.
Far away, from now on, missing is a blunt knife, cutting my heart that misses you every day.
For a seasoned person, a person who has seen the sea will not think that it is just a river.
Forever amber
I like such poems very much, and I have accumulated a lot at ordinary times. Let me list some things I can share with you:
Qingliu Building is the first in Shuang Yan.
A mandarin duck lives in a red tent.
There are countless couples in the world,
Not as long as Qixi Bridge.
I got to know each other and recalled each other.
What is it to get along day and night?
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?
I miss you, I miss you!
3. Flower language
I am a lotus girl,
Tears welled up in my heart.
If you see lotus tears,
Do you know how bitter lotus is?
I am a lotus girl,
Just use your heart.
Tonight, song for you,
Every sentence is a sad song.
I am a lotus girl,
Dancing for you day and night.
See how many things there are in the world?
My only friends are me and you.
I am a lotus girl,
In my dream, you and I are a poet.
I hope there are lovers in the world,
Get married one day.
I am a lotus girl,
Please remember all of my heart.
A few days ago, the lotus was in full bloom.
Flowers bring my blessing.
References:
White's 300 poems
Classic
You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Qingnalanxingde
Autumn clouds are easy to disperse, and swallows sigh.
There is no reason to break up a few times and win a kiss.
Can I send you a letter before the Old Testament frost?
It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
Queqiaoxian
close
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
stretch
Small red print means that business is flat,
The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.
People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
A butterfly in love with flowers
stretch
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big!
lily magnolia
stretch
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Philip Burkart people.
Song Yan Dao Ji
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers.
After the flood, where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone.
I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Wulingchun
Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid two streams will cross the boat,
I can't worry much.
Meet Huan
Nan Tang Li Yu
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
It's sadness,
It's not just the general taste.
A bell ringing in the rain
Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
The door account is not in the mood to drink, and you will miss the place and Lanzhou to urge you to send it.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Ask what love is in the world, only teach life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow? Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly worried about the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, Yinger Yaner is all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.