I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
Not to mention being lucky.
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
This poem was written by the poet Xu Zhimo at 1926. It is an exquisite and philosophical poem.
Every time I finish reading it, there is always an unspeakable feeling in my heart. At first it seemed free and easy, but in a short time it gave birth to a little melancholy. It is easy to remind us of those fates that met in the vast sea of people, and of those times that have become memories.
This is probably the philosophy that this poem tells us. Accidental-actually a very abstract word, but it is everywhere in our lives. Accidental meeting is not necessarily inevitable. The first half of the poem reminds me of a word-it's amazing, and the second half of the poem can be summarized in one sentence-forget the Jianghu.
The sense of alienation in the poem may also be out of some helplessness, but it makes people feel very comfortable. This kind of comfort comes from letting nature take its course, not demanding or embarrassing. Even if it doesn't matter from now on, it has left a unique bright color for the album of life.
That's good. So I like this poem. But to be honest, it is more like a love poem in my heart. Although not as affectionate as I like, there are many profound meanings worth remembering.
When I think of him, I get along so happily, because there is mutual light and diamond cut diamond's pleasure. Even though each of us has our own direction, some memories will last forever and some blessings will last forever.
Well, also, this poem really reminds me of Xu Zhimo and Lin. Get to know each other, know each other, miss again, tell yourself to forget, don't care, but is it really ok?
3. That night (Lin)
That night, my boat was pushed out of the river,
There are dense stars in the clear blue sky.
That night, you held my hand,
The lost starry night blockade relieves anxiety.
That night, you and I parted ways,
Each of them realized the emergence of life.
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My boat is still floating on the sea,
Thin masts often sway in the wind and waves.
So far, the sun has only wandered behind me,
Layers of shadows surround me.
I still remember that night,
Starlight, tears, the white river!
I still miss your farming on the shore;
Red flowers, yellow flowers and bright flowers.
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I hope to reach the top that day,
Honey generally moistens memories.
On that day, I will step on an arrow with wings.
Look at your garden and shoot a complete string.
On that day, you will hear songs like birds.
That is, I am waiting for your appreciation.
On that day, you will see messy flower shadows.
That is, I broke into the border of that year!
Written in 193 1, this poem is a wonderful work in Lin's poems.
Perhaps when it comes to Lin's poems, the poem "You are an April day on earth" comes to mind most easily. I hesitated between these two poems, but I finally chose "That Night".
Probably because this poem is more delicate and true in emotional expression, rhymes fluently when reading, and there are not so many broken sentences. This is a beautiful poem from beginning to end.
Such a lyric poem, carefully tasted, has boundless romance, watery tenderness, bitter and sweet memories, and sadness and sigh when suddenly looking back.
How to hold hands and leave each other? This reminds me of the last poem written by Xu Zhimo-you have yours, I have mine, and there is direction.
There will be helplessness and unwillingness, but we still have to accept the fact that this is the end, and we have to bear unspeakable nostalgia and nostalgia.
I like that sentence-step on an arrow with wings, look at your garden and shoot a bunch. I would like to take this full string as a surging emotion in my heart, and I would also like this to be a complete blessing, shooting at that distant caring person.
If our hearts have a boundary, then when I think of your intrusion in those years, I still feel that the flowers are floating and my heart is moving. And I believe that there is always someone in this world who will surprise our dull years, maybe that night.