The Dynasty is Modern by Xu Zhimo.
I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
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First, the creative background
This poem was written by Xu Zhimo on his way home after his third trip to Europe. The time is1928165438+10. The place is China. One summer at the end of July, after staying at the home of the British philosopher Russell for one night, a man quietly came to Cambridge to find his English friend without any notice in advance.
Unfortunately, none of his English friends are here, only Cambridge, which he is familiar with, is waiting for him silently. The scene of his past life reappeared before his eyes ... because he was in a hurry to meet another English friend, he didn't record this emotional activity.
It was not until he left Marseille by boat on his way home, facing the rough sea and the vast sky, that he unfolded the paper and wrote down his personal feelings about returning to Cambridge this time.
Second, appreciate
This poem "Biekangqiao" consists of seven sentences, each with four lines and two or three sentences. It is eclectic, rigorous, rhyming with two or four rhymes, cadence and catchy. This beautiful rhythm ripples like ripples, which is not only the voice of pious students seeking dreams, but also conforms to the ebb and flow of poets' emotions and has a unique aesthetic pleasure.
The seven verses are strewn at random, and the rhythm spreads slowly in them, which is quite a poet's temperament of "white robe and thin suburban island". It can be said that it embodies Xu Zhimo's poetic beauty thought.
Farewell to Cambridge is a lyric poem about scenery, which expresses three emotions: nostalgia, farewell and disillusionment.
"I left gently, just as I came gently, and I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky gently." This poem can be summed up in a few words: slow rhythm, light movement, affectionate, and at the same time with a touch of sadness.
The final "Clouds in the Western Sky" laid a splendid color for the following description, and the whole scenery was reflected by the sunset. So this poem sets the tone for the whole poem.
This poem shows the poet's superb artistic skills. The poet combines specific scenery with imagination to form a vivid artistic image of poetry, and skillfully blends atmosphere, feelings and scenes into the artistic conception to achieve the feelings and scenes in the scene. The structure of the poem is rigorous and neat.
The whole poem consists of 7 sections, each with 4 lines, forming two parallel steps; 1 and 3 lines are slightly shorter, and 2 and 4 lines are slightly longer, ranging from 6 to 8 words per line. It seems that the poet intends to combine the forms of metrical poetry and free verse, making it a new form of poetry, full of nationalization and modern architectural beauty.
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2. Modern parting poems.
When the last moment of happiness comes
When I woke up in tears in the abyss
With great excitement, this is the last time
Kiss your jade hand gently
Yes, I remember everything. My heart is pounding.
I suppressed the unbearable sadness.
I said, "It's not forever.
Now bring all the happiness to the distance.
We will forget, and the pain will sink into fantasy.
Fatal boredom and depression
Will not visit the hermit's seclusion
Muse will come to comfort my melancholy.
I will be happy-friendly and gentle eyes
Will light up the cold darkness in my heart. "
How ignorant I used to be about love and my heart!
Every moment, day after day.
But it didn't bring happiness to misfortune.
I didn't bring a cup to forget my troubles.
Ah, dear, you are with me.
But I am depressed and secretly sad.
Whether the day after the castle peak is sunny or not
Whether the autumn moon rises in the dark or not
I am always, my lovely friend, looking for you.
Whether I am asleep or not, I only miss you.
Only you appear in my illusory dream.
I indulge in daydreaming-I can't help calling your name.
I listened attentively-I heard your kind voice.
I sat absently among my friends.
I can't hear their noisy conversation clearly.
I looked at them with dull eyes.
Cold eyes can't recognize them.
You also follow me, ah, Guqin, sad together.
A bosom friend of my painful heart.
Your melancholy chord is so sad.
Only the voice of love, you have not forgotten. ...
Faithful friend, grieve with me.
Let you sing at will
Pour out my inner pain
Let those unhappy girls
Listening to your piano hurts.
I will keep silent.
I want to keep silent! However, if this string
Can I sing in a low voice when I am sad?
If there are young men and women listening to me silently
I once lamented the long-term pain of love.
If you are deeply moved by yourself,
I can whisper my sad poems.
Like the warm words in my heart ...
If you love me ... Oh, dear friend.
Please allow me, in the sacred name of infatuation and hatred for women.
Let the last song of this guqin be full of tenderness.
So, when the dream of death hangs over me, I can't sleep.
You can say sadly at my tombstone:
"I love him and I inspired him.
Let him have the last love, the last song ... "
autumn
Night is a stagnant time.
Time is a flowing night.
You stopped at the door.
Turn around and give me a short glance.
Is this parting?
Will everything be forgotten?
Just like a gorgeous autumn in the past,
It should be covered with cold snow everywhere.
I cherish fruit.
But I'm not afraid of this empty refusal
As long as the heart is still sucking blood
There will be no withered season in the future.
The autumn wind shakes the stars.
Oh, this is eternity writing in the sky.
Yes, a glance is enough.
I should thank you deeply.
3. The topic of lovelorn in modern poetry reminds me, hehe, what I wrote when I was lovelorn, take it out and share it. Absolutely original.
I'm walking.
I was walking,
There must be dawn ahead.
The night is not terrible,
The terrible thing is that the heart is darker than the night.
There are thousands of roads in the world,
Wherever you go, it is an irresponsible void.
Choice is another kind of giving up.
Giving up is another kind of persistence.
Persistence is another kind of helplessness.
Helplessness is another kind of waiting.
Waiting is another kind of wandering.
Wandering is another freedom.
Comfort is another kind of forgetting.
Just forget your own shadow.
As a result, the image in the mirror is getting blurred.
As a result, people in life are becoming more and more clear.
So, stop looking in the mirror.
So, put away the dresser.
When everything starts from where it happened
When everything goes back to where it happened
Origin, point, edge point. far point
The logic of a madman is reasonable,
So the world went crazy.
When the sun burns the earth,
So the earth accepted the setting of the sun.
Light, as unreliable as language,
How can you say nothing?
The wind blew away the sand.
The sand took me away.
What did I leave behind?
What, me again?
4. The poem of lovers breaking up is 1. White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. This time, what a sad sentence. 3. On a frosty night, the fisherman Jiang Feng sleeps. 4. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sunlight faded and the old memories began. The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the mind is refreshed and the golden beast disappears. 6. I'm afraid the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't bear much worry. 7. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward. 8. There are many sorrows in life. The moon is not always round, and it is easy to get old in spring. 9. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. 10. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses. 1 1. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. 12. The wind and rain are close at hand, so we can't go to Kuanglu. 13. Visit the five lakes at sunset, and smoke and waves are everywhere. 14. Three cups, one drunk to solve a thousand worries. 15. A hundred years of sadness, you are drunk. 16. It's not that spring prefers wine, but it's necessary to make wine to relieve spring worries. 17. I'm so sad that I'm going to die in spring, and a thick green is in my brow. 18. The wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry. 19. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda wasteland is only sad. 20. wine can't last long, and sorrow and hate can't be saved. 2 1. When you are old, you will know that tenses are thin, but when you are worried, you just want the glass to be deep. 22. I hate flowers without words, and I know that wine has the right to be broken. 23. People say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sorrow. 24. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is worried. 25. I can't listen to endless worries, and I look at the Great Wall in the autumn and the moon. 26. The seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. 27. Yokooka has a bird's eye view of the great river, far away from the front of the hall, worrying about Wan Li. 28. Under the steps of moss mangroves, the rain is thin and the moon is sad. 29. Flowers are brighter when they are light, and jade is seamless when it is sad. 30. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. 3 1. Bananas don't show lilac festival, and the spring breeze in the same direction is sad. 32. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow. 33. If you keep cutting, you will still be confused. This is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart. 34. When will the Populus euphratica rest? Tears and sadness are broken first. 35. Sorrow is broken for no reason. Tears come before wine. 36. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water. 37. It was he who brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't understand where it would go. 38. Now that I know what I'm worried about, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn. 39. If there is a knife in the air, it is difficult to cut off sadness. 40. It was a sad place. I remembered that the door was covered with pears and the lights were cut late at night. 4 1. Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, she spends every day alone. 42. Spring is a rainy day, and it hurts to miss the past. 43. I remember once upon a time, a little east wind, the wind across the curtain, my eyebrows were sad. 44. Adding water to the river will make sadness fuller, straighter and farther. 45. When you are sad, you will find the sky and the yellow land. 46. Where is the synthesis of sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn. 47. Loneliness and sadness, self-control and sadness. 48. A piece of spring sorrow is blowing gradually, just like a spring cloud. 49. I'm looking forward to the Spring Festival, which is even more vacant. 50. Birds are crying, flying flowers are splashing tears, and mountains and rivers are locked in spring.
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5. As for the beautiful modern poem about parting, I think it's good who provided the "Song of Harmony" that will appear at the end of "Faraway Time and Space-Eight Leaves Copy". 1 All the people who come to the countryside to pick tender grass in spring are cherry blossoms. I don't know the way ahead. 2. Listen to thunder. It's hard never to think about each other's friendship. 3. Think of your love for your heart and forget yourself with you. what can I do? 4. The cherry blossoms are gone. I didn't see you come back. Your departure has been decided. 5. Cherry blossoms are elegant. I will leave the flowers in Tsing Yi forever. 6. Lotus leaves are really dirty. Dew is white jade. Why lie? 7. The petals of cherry blossoms are floating in the wind. Disappear, break the waves, and stay in my heart forever. 8. Angry at the birds, the flowers are scattered in the wild and there is no trace to be found. Come to my house for 9 days. Life is like dew, and illusion is like illusion. More like a futile encounter. If you know each other, you won't cherish death. 10. Can you see the fate of next year when the flowers bloom? Who knows 1 1? This heart is dark and confused all night. I don't know if it is a dream. There is a clear comment that I am like dust and have a bright future. I don't know where to go. 13 The yard is a little red and endless. Who will say goodbye to you? Flowers bloom in spring and don't fade in winter. 14 to send, not a person to send. This day is by your side. 15, Lang Lang gives you a smile. He will say a letter. If you want to cut your sleeves and take them to Jiari Garden, 16, the cherry blossoms in the deep grass will be black. It's still late summer and early autumn. Where is Xiao Yue hiding in the clouds? 18 If it opens and closes in spring, it's like cherry blossoms blooming like jade. If you see flowers, it's hard to see you for a long time. 19 running water flows downwards with one heart. Love is also eternal. Twenty bright moons shine in the sky like a white jade cloud. It's hard to hide. It is particularly obvious that love is wasted and hate is added. The soul seems far away. Nothing can help what it says, but it doesn't feel far away. From now on, there is no love. Mitarai Chuanlai Chuanshui will purify the body and promise the gods. I miss my intestines. If I am afraid of difficulties, the waves will make me laugh to death. I will let my fans grow and degenerate at will, and even if I leave, I will be happy to avoid being hurt. I send you to love, not courting, returning love, and meeting you is full of comfort.
6. What are the classic poems describing lovelorn? 1, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone unconsciously.
From the original poem "Jinse" by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flowery interval, representing youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Why do exquisite musical instruments have fifty strings, each of which makes people miss the good times? Zhuang Zhou danced in his sleep and turned into a butterfly, hoping that the emperor would entrust his hatred to Du Fu.
Things change, the bright moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are beads; Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.
2, lazy flower evaluation, half-edge repair half-edge Jun Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the original poem "Five Poems Thinking Four", which was once difficult for Yong Po.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. After the magnificent sea, the water elsewhere is not worth seeing.
I am intoxicated in the dream of sex and rain in Wushan, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex and rain. Even among the flowers, I am too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
There are two or three trees in Jiangtou now, which are pathetic and lingering in spring. From the original poem "Five Poems of Lisao" written by Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, the self-love mirror is full of hair.
Soon the rising sun shone on Rouge's cheek, as if a red flower had come back to life, as if to be changed. The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain. Dahongluo always pursues fashionable and popular patterns, and the embroidered yarn is as tender as the patterned yarn dyed koji.
Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.
Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me. I love to appreciate the residual makeup in the mirror in the morning, and the hairpin is full of hair.
In a short time, the rising sun shone on the rouge cheeks, as if a red flower was waking up and blooming, as if to melt. The mountain spring flows slowly around the street, and the small building is hidden in thousands of peach blossoms.
I did nothing (upstairs) reading Taoist books, didn't get up, and watched (you were in front of the dresser) combing your hair through the crystal curtain. Luo Hong, a knitting technique, always pursues fashionable and novel patterns. The tulle embroidered with Qin Jilie (a parrot-like bird) is dyed as smooth as a wine song.
Don't think that the material of the cloth is too weak. A little silk with sparse warp and weft is the most pleasant. Once you have experienced the boundless sea, you feel that the water elsewhere is dwarfed; Once I experienced the clouds in Wushan, I felt that the clouds in other places were eclipsed.
Even among the flowers, I am too lazy to look back. Maybe it's because of the monastery, maybe it's because of you. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, but I just picked a white pear flower and gave it to you, a fair-skinned woman.
Now I stand quietly by the river like those two or three trees, but only a green leaf accompanies me through the last spring. 4. Li Yuan's disciple Bai Fuxin and eunuchs are winking at her pepper garden; .
Excerpted from the original poem "Song of Eternal Sorrow" by Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty; Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
The singers and dancers in the pear garden have snow-white hair, and the beauty of the ladies-in-waiting in the pepper room has faded. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and Xuanzong quietly missed the imperial concubine, but the lights were still hard to sleep.
The louder the slow bells and drums, the longer the night, and the milky way will light up during the day. Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt? Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream? A Taoist priest came to Chang 'an from Lin Qiong. It is said that he can attract the soul of the imperial concubine with his heart.
He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine, so the Taoist priest tried his best to find her soul. Walking like lightning, I search the sky and the ground.
5, wait and change, but it is so popular, but it is easy to change. The word "Magnolia" originally came from the poem "Magnolia, Antique and Defined as Friends of Cambodia" by the Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde. Life is nothing if it is only the first time.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. If we all get along like we met for the first time, how wonderful life would be, and there would be no pain of parting and lovesickness now.
It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. I think, the vows of eternal love between the Tang Emperor and the imperial concubine are still in my ears, but there is finally a decisive difference. Even so, there is no resentment.
The unlucky Jin Ichiro who is with me now is not as good as the wish made by Emperor Tang Ming.
7. A modern poem about parting 1, Farewell to Cambridge
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass;
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
Step 2 say goodbye
Xi Murong
Not all dreams can come true in time,
Not everything will be told to you in time,
Guilt and regret,
Always deeply planted in my heart after parting.
Although they say everything in the world,
Eventually it will be empty,
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I, I've been doing this,
Miss yesterday's flowers,
Missed the present again.
Today, we still have to repeat the same parting.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life,
Thousands of miles away,
In the twilight,
Bow deeply to you.
Please take care of me,
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world,
It will be empty in the end.
Extended data:
The creative background of Farewell to Cambridge;
Farewell to Cambridge was written on 1928, 165438 on June 6, and was first published in New Moon Monthly on February 6, 1928, 10, and signed by Xu Zhimo. Cambridge, the seat of the famous Cambridge University in Britain. 1June 920 to1October 1922, the poet studied here. The Cambridge period was a turning point in Xu Zhimo's life.
The poet revisited his old haunt. 165438+1On October 6th, he wrote this masterpiece handed down from ancient times on his way home from Nanhai, China. This poem was first published in February 18, 928 in New Moon 1 VolumeNo. 10, and later included in Tiger Collection. It can be said that "Cambridge plot" runs through Xu Zhimo's poems all his life, and Farewell to Cambridge is undoubtedly the most famous one.
This poem was written by Xu Zhimo on his way home after his third trip to Europe. The time is1928165438+10. The place is China. One summer at the end of July, after staying at the home of the British philosopher Russell for one night, a man quietly came to Cambridge to find his English friend without any notice in advance.
Unfortunately, none of his English friends are here, only Cambridge, which he is familiar with, is waiting for him silently. The scene of his past life reappeared before his eyes ... because he was in a hurry to meet another English friend, he didn't record this emotional activity.
It was not until he left Marseille by boat on his way home, facing the rough sea and the vast sky, that he unfolded the paper and wrote down his personal feelings about returning to Cambridge this time.
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