Appreciation of Xu Zhimo's poem "The Happiness of Snowflakes" requires more than 800 words, and the title is self-made.

This poem was written on1February 30th, 924. Published in 1925, 65438+ 10, 17, Volume I, No.6 of Modern Review. 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. " If we put together the happiness of snowflakes, Farewell to Cambridge and I don't know where the wind blows (hereinafter referred to as Snowflakes, Cambridge and Wind) in Xu's poems, it just shows the continuity of the poet's writing and his deep pursuit of hopes and ideals from this angle. This is really an interesting contrast, because these three famous poems have the same style and clear rhyme, which reminds people of Mao Dun's sentence: "If it weren't for Xu Zhimo, you couldn't have made this poem!" (Mao Dun's On Xu Zhimo) The most intense and radical expression of ideals and hopes in Xu's poems is Baby. But it is the above three poems that really convey the poet's mental journey of "a decadent who once simply believed and flowed into doubt" (preface to Tiger Collection). In the stage of modernism, symbol is not only an artistic means, but also a way of thinking. The poet's mental journey towards lifelong belief is a complex literary world, and readers often have to follow the tortuous footsteps and suddenly realize at the end. Hu Shizhi pointed out in Memories of Time Past: "His outlook on life is really a simple belief, and there are only three big characters in it: one is love, the other is freedom, and the third is beauty. ..... The history of his life is only the history of his pursuit of this simple belief. " Yes, Xu Zhimo used a lot of words to resist the heaviness and complexity of the real world. Facing the destruction of the real world, he finally retained the infinite melancholy of Happiness of Snowflakes, Dream of Cambridge and I wonder which direction the wind blows. If the essence of modern poetry is that poets get inner innocence through reality and stick to lofty ideals (traditional poetry was established in the classical era when ideals have not been broken). ), then it is not difficult for us to understand people's preferences for snowflakes, Cambridge and the wind.

The happiness of snowflakes 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? Stepping into the "what if" architectural world, people are often not only bathed in beauty, but also guarded by budding beauty. Simply understanding pure poetry, the word "ivory tower" is still out of date, but we need tolerance. Cambridge is another excellent pure poem by Xu Shi after Snowflake. In front of the beautiful scenery of nature and the spiritual hometown of mankind, I come and walk gently, "without taking away a cloud." This kind of guardianship is completely poetic. And this is completely in line with the choice of the soul in the snowflake. Only when the dream pursued and guarded is finally pierced by the sharp reality, can the wind finally open the truth of "not knowing" and the infinite nostalgia and melancholy of "wandering in the light waves of dreams"

Therefore, we say that Snowflake, Cambridge and Wind are the representative works of Xu Zhimo's poetic style, which are not only the consistency of superficial language style, but also the attraction and connection of inner soul charm. In the 1930s, Mao Dun said, "I think the most noticeable among the new poets is Zhimo. Because his works are most suitable for our study. " On Xu Zhimo and The Happiness of Snowflakes are Mo Zhi's first poems and Xu Zhimo's first set of poems. The poet's own arrangement is by no means arbitrary. Following the order of snowflake → Cambridge → wind, we can see the realm that pure poetry can reach, and we can also feel the limit of pure poetry. If so, Xu Zhimo's whole landscape may have another perspective!