Aestheticism Modern Poetry Xu Zhimo

Xu Zhimo is a modern poet and essayist. What modern poems does he have? The following is a beautiful selection of modern poems I brought to you, Xu Zhimo. I hope you like it!

1, the vast sea

I don't need a wide sky,

I don't want to put a giant paper owl either.

God plays tricks on the winds in all directions;

I just need a minute.

I just need a little light.

I just want to try,-

Like a child crawling in front of a dark room window.

Looking at the immortal cracks on the western horizon,

A little light, a minute.

2. "Dedication"

That day, you wandered in the air,

Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.

On which side of the sky or in which corner of the earth,

Your happiness is unrestrained freedom.

You are more casual on the humble ground.

There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.

When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.

Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.

What he clung to was deep sadness,

Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;

He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,

Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!

He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,

In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back!

3. Can Chun

Yesterday, the peach blossom was inserted obliquely in my bottle.

It is a blossoming smile hanging on the beauty's cheek;

Today they all bowed their heads,

All changes:-

Red and white bodies hung upside down on green stripes.

The wind and rain outside the window reported the fate of last spring.

This voice reminds me in the dark like a death knell:

"So are the flowers in your life bottle.

Changed: gorgeous body, who will collect it? "

4. "I don't know the wind"

-I don't know about the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

In the light waves of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Her tenderness, my intoxication.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Her ingratitude, my sadness.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow?

-I'm dreaming,

Dimness is the glory of dreams!

5. "This is a cowardly world."

This is a cowardly world,

No love, no love!

Let your hair hang freely,

Expose your feet;

Come with me, dear!

Abandon this world

Sacrifice our love!

I hold your hand,

Love, you follow me;

Let thorns pierce our soles,

Let the hail break our heads,

You follow me,

I hold your hand,

Get out of the cage and restore our freedom!

Come with me,

My love!

The world has fallen on our backs,-

Look, isn't this the white sea?

The white sea,

The white sea,

Infinite freedom, I love you!

Follow my finger,

The blue of a little star that day-

This is an island with grass.

Flowers, beautiful animals and birds;

Climb this light paradise-

Love, happiness, freedom

-Farewell, world, forever!

6. Love death

Roses, overwhelming red roses,

Last night's thunderstorm,

You sent the signal.

-What a delicate beauty!

Your color,

It is the mellow mash of my vision;

I want to be near you, but I dare not.

Youth! A few drops of white dew on your forehead,

Spit in the morning light.

The smile on your face,

It must have been brought from heaven;

Unfortunately, the world is too vulgar to provide.

Give them the chance to live permanently.

Your beauty is your destiny!

I am approaching;

Your intoxicated colors and smells conquered another soul.

-I'm your prisoner!

You smile there, I tremble here,

You have reached the peak of your life. Look at your feet.

-Deep pools at the end of the day;

You stood by in the swimming pool and I stood behind you.

Me, your prisoner.

I'm smiling here! You were shivering there.

Beauty is fate.

I hold your bird in my hand: I love you, Ross!

Color, fragrance, body, soul, beauty and fascination

-I have everything under control.

I'm shivering here, you-laugh.

Ross!

I don't care about you,

I love you!

Petals, calyx, stamens, thorns, you,

I-how happy I am! one

Stick together!

A mass of scarlet,

Blurred blood on his hands.

Ross! I love you!

7. Waiting for the cuckoo not to come under the moon

Look at the quiet bridge shadow once,

Count the ripples of mother of pearl,

I warmed the moss on the stone fence,

Moss cools my heart;

Moon, you quit school, and the bride is ashamed.

Cover with brocade, your head is shining,

You were here last night,

May I ask her permission to come tonight?

Listen to the bells of the village temple tower in the distance,

Like light waves in a dream,

Worried about the ebb and flow of the tide,

A lonely boat drifting vaguely and stumbling!

Sparkling, deep night, long thoughts.

Where is my dear friend,

The wind is blowing, the willows are floating and the money is fighting.

The unforgettable sound of spring.