Zhu Ziqing's long poem is as follows:
Destruction:
Standing halfway,
Dejected,
< p>It's me, it's me!The five-color bar,
the ten-color bar,
are listed within easy reach:
This is so beautiful!
That sounds great!
What you smell is the strong fragrance,
what you taste is the greasy taste;
what you touch with your hands,
< p>Everything the body relies on is slippery,and soft!
Mimiran!
Why is it so embarrassing?
Being pushed,
being held,
the length is only between pitching and pitching,
how could it ever be done even half a minute? Son-in-law?
In a dream,
In a disease;
The only thing left is to wake up!
There is me in the white clouds,
The fluttering wind in the sky,
There is me in the abyss,
The surging current;
p>
Only on the green, green mud,
There are no shallow, faint footprints of mine!
I am wandering and moving,
I am wandering and moving;
I am stepping on my toes,
but I cannot set foot on my own land !
I have grown old in the dust of the world,
I have aged in the dust of the dust,
The only remaining body is a lazy body,
Several piles of black shadows!
The beginning of disillusionment,
I thought about it all:
"Dear, although insignificant,
My hometown ——My hometown!
Go back! ”
Although there is a vast pale moon,
the quiet lake is covered,
It's foggy,
It's foggy;
It's like a mountain,
just getting ready to sleep.
The fireflies couldn't find their way in the fog,
they just flew around in a flash.
Who puts out lotus lanterns?
"Hahahaha——"
"Scare scare——"
With a low flute sound,
The nearby frogs also started to sound.
It was being shaken,
It was being provoked,
It was said that he had fallen asleep in "Sister Yue's arms";
Really, who can walk away without feeling dazed?
But the moon is actually silent,
The fireflies have never been close to me,
The laughter is more obviously theirs.
There is only the sound of the flute,
It has caused melancholy several times;
But it is completely irrelevant,
The sound of the flute is just the flute. Just a sound.
The swing is yours,
The provocation is yours,
They each go their own way,
Who cares about you? Come?
We can’t be friends anyway,
What’s wrong with being lingering!
Lonely,
deserted,
tasteless, tasteless!
It’s better to turn around and go your own way.
Go back! go back!
Introduction to Zhu Ziqing:
Zhu Ziqing is a famous modern writer. His works are mainly prose and there is no record of long poems. Zhu Ziqing's representative works include "Back View", "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", etc. These works are famous for their delicate emotions and profound thinking. His prose works depict every detail of life in a fresh and simple style, expressing his thoughts and perceptions about family, affection and life. Zhu Ziqing's works are deeply loved by readers and have had an important influence on modern Chinese literature.