First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In a gaunt autumn willow,
On the timid autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's love affair, the plot of love poems,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn glow of autumn eyes.
A spin and a half turn, with the autumn flow.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's love affair, love poem plot,
Also falls in the autumn halo of autumn eyes,
A spin and a half turn, with the autumn flow.
Throughout the year, autumn is often the most bleak in the poet's pen. The bleak cold wind and the fallen leaves floating in the wind have inspired sad feelings and surging emotions. The autumn language in Xu Zhimo's works is melancholy. Past feelings, as well as heartfelt, yesterday's joy, today's memories; Yesterday's sadness, today's melancholy; Yesterday's eyes smile, today's bitterness ... Autumn is the season of parting and memory. ...
Xu Zhimo (1897 65438+1October 193165438+1October19) is a modern poet and prose. Formerly known as Zhang Yi, it was renamed Zhimo when studying in the UK. Used pen names: Nanhu, Shi Zhecun, Gu,,, Xianhe, Delete Me, Xinshou, Huanggou, Huan, etc. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of Crescent School and a member of Crescent Poetry Society.
19 15 graduated from Hangzhou No.1 Middle School and studied in Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University successively. 19 18 went to Clark university to study banking. I will graduate in ten months with a bachelor's degree and a first-class honor award. In the same year, he transferred to the Graduate School of Columbia University in new york and entered the Department of Economics. 192 1 year went to study in Britain and became a special student at Cambridge University, studying political economy. My two years in Cambridge were deeply influenced by western education and romantic and aesthetic poets in Europe and America. It established his romantic poetic style. Crescent Society was founded in 1923. Professor Peking University went from 65438 to 0924. 1926 Professor of Guanghua University, Daxia University and Nanjing Central University (1949 renamed Nanjing University). 1930 resigned from Shanghai and Nanjing. At the invitation of Hu Shizhi, he was re-appointed as Professor Peking University and Professor of Beijing Women's Normal University. 193 1 year1month 19 died in a plane crash. Representative works include Farewell to Cambridge and Cold Jade Night.
2. Xu Zhimo's love poems 1. When you walk, you will be scattered and your memories will fade; Watch, you are tired and the stars are dim; Listen, I woke up and started complaining; Looking back, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was confused. My world is so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess their minds. They may have guessed other people's hearts, but they also lost themselves. Silly people, who like to give their hearts, may be cheated, but they may not be able to get others'. You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable. 3. In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years. 4. One person's indifference adds another person's difficulties, one person's loyalty adds another person's deception, one person's contribution adds another person's plunder, one person's conviction adds another person's perfunctory. Love is one person plus another, but one plus one does not equal two, just as you add me, it does not equal us. This feeling is called sex ... if you forget to wake up, I'd rather close my eyes first. When you say you are not good, I feel very painful and don't know how to comfort you. When you say you are drunk, I feel miserable, unable to control myself and confused. My language is too pale, but my heart hurts because of everything you say. Too many can't, don't want to, want to leave, leave this painful you. On the other hand, it is too difficult to empathize with others. I only care about my love. I forgot to leave, once and for all, I am used to having you, I am used to loving everything about you. 6. Many past events have become so blurred before our eyes. What we once believed, insisted on and believed, were actually nothingness and nothingness. Suddenly found himself stupid, stupid. I swear, I laughed until tears came down. Laughing at us for being so stupid, we are always repeating some injuries, and no one can avoid being discovered by pain. But I have been silly looking forward to it until I am disappointed, then looking forward to it, and then disappointed. 7. Accustomed to insomnia, accustomed to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my light blue clothes. Get used to sleeping with your partner. Get used to being alone in a room, holding a fluffy bear and sleeping alone. Accustomed to eating salty, accustomed to the salt of the wound, it spread a little in my heart. I am used to looking at the sky and sitting alone in the well of love, reading poems about you.
8. It's a pity that anyone who can't show his feelings, who pretends to be brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting at night and suddenly becoming savage, will block this pair of shoulders first. Love is like a pair of wings hiding. People don't understand this. Once you are not satisfied, love first, be sentimental and then calculate, and then calculate. 9. I am used to waiting, so I can't resist standing in reincarnation. I don't know how long it will take to see the answer; I don't know, so how long do I have to wait for the result? Miss, very light, that's because I can't see the result of miss. Perhaps, missing doesn't need results, it just proves that someone once existed in my heart. Can you give me a proof that it once existed? 10. A person's world is quiet. You can hear your breathing and heartbeat quietly. It's cold, add a coat for yourself; If you are hungry, buy yourself a bread; If you are sick, give yourself a strong; Failure, give yourself a goal; Fall down, get up painfully and give yourself a tolerant smile. Yes, I am always alone. You have never been in the future, and I have never appeared in your world.
3. Modern Missing Poems Xu Zhimo's Missing Poems
1
Carousel is the cruelest game,
Chasing each other has an eternal distance.
2
Facing is not necessarily the most sad. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy.
It may not last long to get it.
Lose, not necessarily no longer have.
Don't fall in love because of loneliness,
Don't be lonely all your life because of wrong love.
three
Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy;
Miss me, or don't miss me, I feel there, and I won't come or go;
You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing.
;
You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up.
four
Winter has begun. Light snow and heavy snow. Solstice of winter. Slight cold and severe cold.
In the lonely winter when I can't meet the second lonely person.
Walk alone, sing alone, go shopping alone, and watch the world carnival alone.
People walked hand in hand around the amusement park.
He is the only one for her. I am the only one for everyone.
The world is full of opportunities for us to meet.
But I've never seen you.
five
Seems to be used to waiting, simply thinking that waiting will come.
But in waiting, I missed the happiness that can be happy.
Regret when you lose it, why you didn't catch it.
In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake.
I know that I am waiting for a happiness that I don't know if I can come. ...
six
One person's indifference and another person's difficulties,
One person's loyalty and another person's deception,
What one person pays plus what another person plunders,
One person's trust and another person's perfunctory.
Love is one person plus another,
However, one plus one is not equal to two.
Just because you add me doesn't mean we are.
This feeling is called sex. ...
If you forget to wake up, I would rather close my eyes first.
seven
In your life, you should forget yourself for someone at least once.
No result, no peers, no ownership,
I don't even ask you to love me. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years.
4. The modern poem of missing your lover is 1. Teach me how to think about her.
Author: Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
2. Think about it.
Author: Ao Xuefeng
Really want to
Become your mobile phone
We can be together every day.
Put me in your palm.
Put it in your trouser pocket.
Never leave.
Really want to
Really want to
Become your mobile phone
Love and know each other
Let the years pass like paper
You're crazy about me, crazy about me.
Endless.
Really want to
Really want to
I really want to be your mobile phone
Keep the beauty of the world of mortals
Share warm memories
Each story
Has become poetry.
Do you remember that winter?
Author: Hong Yi
Do you remember that winter?
Snowflakes are flying in Shanghai
have a dream
Decorated the memories of two people.
Standing in the south of the world
Watching you from a distance
Carefully carved handwriting in the snow
Moistened the eyes locked on the screen.
time
Stand quietly waiting.
How many winters have you been through?
But your footprints are gone.
Always think that distance
Cann't get rid of infatuation
time
Can't dilute the memory.
finally
Or did you miss season after season?
probably
Missing is the most perfect.
4. Monolingual language
Author: Qin Zihao
I said to the ocean: I miss you.
The ocean responds to me.
Accompanied by the gentle tidal sound
I said to the forest: I miss you.
The forest came back to me.
Accompanied by sweet birdsong
I said to the starry sky: I miss you.
Emptiness and harmony
Accompanied by the sound of quiet night
I said to the valley: I miss you.
The valley came back to me
Accompanied by the murmur of the stream
I pour out my thoughts to you.
You are like a stone statue.
Silence should not be
If silence is your sorrow
You know this sadness
It hurts me the most.
5. When I miss you.
Author: Xiao Feng
With my deep thoughts
Holding a ray of sunshine
Store it gently in your heart.
When the spring breeze shakes the leaves
When melodious notes float.
I will bring you the happiest song.
On a windy and rainy day
I will build a rainbow of seven colors.
Keep out the rain for you
On a snowy day.
I will quietly put the sunshine
All over the body.
Warm your memory of winter.
When I think of you
I just look up at the blue sky.
Put your thoughts in the sun.
No matter where you go,
I always get hope.
I want the sunshine to accompany you forever.
Even in the boundless darkness
I will also pick a ray of sunshine to shine on you.
In your life journey,
Sprinkle warmth and light all the way.
5. What is the homesickness of a poem by Xu Zhimo that misses his hometown?
Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
We'll talk later! Homesickness is a short grave,
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.
different
village
about
I
Like an old cow
Put the taste of hometown
again and again
ponder
6. Xu Zhimo has a saying: "I want to see your face, I am waiting for you."
Xu zhimo
I am waiting for you.
I looked at the dim light outside.
Just like looking to the future,
My heart shook my ears.
Why haven't you come yet? hope
Allow flowers to bloom every second.
I'm waiting for your footsteps,
Your jokes, your face,
Your soft hair,
Everything is waiting for you;
I hope that every second,
Go to hell.-Where are you?
I want you to make my heart ache,
I want you to smile like a flame,
Want your flexible waist,
The flying star in your hair horn;
I fell into a drunken atmosphere,
Like an island,
Floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green. ...
Oh, I want to eat it so much
Your arrival, longing
That magical yutan
Open the top of time!
Why don't you come? You have a heart!
You know, I know you know,
It was a fatal blow that you didn't come to me,
Kill the spring in my life,
Teach darkness as strong as iron in the mine,
Oppressing my thoughts and breathing;
Kill the poor bud of hope,
Hand me over, like a prisoner.
Jealousy and sadness are the shame of life.
And the cruelty of despair.
This may be an illusion. This is an illusion.
I believe that I am indeed an idiot;
But I can't turn the rudder,
Wanfang's interest rate doesn't allow me to hesitate-
I can't turn back, fate drives me!
I also know that this is mainly for
The road to destruction, but
For you, for you,
I am willing to do anything;
This is not only my passion,
That's the only reason I said it.
Idiot! Trying to crush the fibers of life
To touch a woman's heart!
If you want to win, you can win at most.
A tear from her,
Her cold sneer;
But I am willing, even if
The news that I was smashed to pieces has arrived.
A stubborn stone, she regards me as
Rats and bugs in the cellar,
I still want to!
Crazy truth is unconditional,
God can't bring back one
Be as calm as a general.
Sometimes soldiers who were on the verge of death will be brought back.
In vain, everything is in vain,
There is no denying that you won't come.
Although there is a burning fire in my heart,
Longing for everything you have,
Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;
Any wishful thinking and prayer
Cann't shorten it by an inch
The distance between you and me!
The twilight outside has come.
Condensed into the darkness of night,
Ice and snow hung on the branches,
Birds forget their songs,
Silence is the universe of unanimous mourning.
The hands on the clock are constantly comparing.
Mysterious gestures, like pointing,
Such as sympathy, such as ridicule,
Whenever I touch this point, I feel
My own heart
The death knell was buried alive.