Ten classic poems by Xu Zhimo:
1. Farewell to Cambridge. I left gently, just as I came gently. I gently waved and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset. The beautiful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily and swaying at the bottom of the water. In the gentle waves of Kanghe River, I am willing to be an aquatic plant.
that pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky. Crushed among the floating algae, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated. Looking for dreams, supporting a long pole, wandering back to greener grass. Full of a boat full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs. Quietly is a farewell party. Summer insects are silent for me, too. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
2. Accidental. I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected on your heart, you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy, and disappeared in a twinkling. You and I meet in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; You may as well remember, but you'd better forget the light that was exchanged at this meeting.
3. I am waiting for you. I looked at the dim outdoor as if I were looking at the future, and my heart was blinded by my listening. Why haven't you come yet? I hope to allow flowers to bloom every second. I am waiting for your steps, your laughter, your face and your soft hair, waiting for everything.
I want you to make my heart ache. I want you to smile like a flame. I want your flexible waist and flying stars in your hair. I am trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere, like an island, floating involuntarily between the waves of python green. I am eager to see you coming, and I hope that a magical cloud will open the top of time. Why don't you come?
4. I don't know where the wind blows. I don't know which direction the wind comes from, and I met the east wind when I went out. Sweep my sad face, those groggy days, completely become a big darkness, I don't know, which direction the wind comes from. The bright smiling face has become dull, yesterday's glory has become gloomy, and where does the wind come from and where is it going? I don't know which direction does the wind come from, across the snowy mountains and grasslands and across the vast sea.
5. I have a love. I have a love affair, and I love the stars in the sky. I love their crystal, there is no such strange god in the world. In the cold winter dusk, in the lonely gray morning, at sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm. There will always be one, ten thousand stars. The intimacy of grass flowers by the mountain stream, the joy of children upstairs, the lights of travelers and the south needle.
6. Life. Gloomy, dark, snake-like winding, life has become a tunnel. Once trapped, you can only go forward and struggle in the viscera of the demon with your hands touching the sticky tide of the cold wall. Under the oppression of terror, what do you want more than to destroy the soul of the skylight?
7. He has eyes for you. I climbed the Gorkon in Wan Ren, and my clothes were torn by thorns. I looked out of the misty sky. God, I can't see you! I dug into the thick crust and destroyed the lair of the snake dragons. I called in the bottomless bath pool, and I couldn't hear you! I saw a child by the roadside, lively and beautiful, dressed in clothes. He called mom and his eyes were bright with love.
8. Autumn Moon. The same is the moonlight, which was on tonight, because we are all looking up and looking at it. A full-fledged charm rises from the dark clouds like a mob, and it is particularly bright and round. It spread out on the road, it floated on the surface of the water, and it was immersed in the bottom of the water, which was like a sad water plant. It lingers on the eaves of the ancient city, thousands of city bricks breathe in its brightness, it caresses the tomb ruins scattered outside and inside the city, and in the intermittent voice of the birds.
9. Sayonara. The gentleness of bowing one's head is the most, like the shyness of a water lotus, which is overwhelmed by the cool breeze. Say "treasure" and "treasure", and there is sweet sorrow in that treasure, shian Nora!
1. Happy Snowflakes. If I were a snowflake, dashing in mid-air, I would definitely know my direction, flying, flying, flying, there is my direction on this ground. Don't go to the cold valley, don't go to the lonely foothills, and don't go to the deserted street to be disappointed. Fly, fly, fly, you see, I have my direction.