Ah, that's the new thrush trying its new sound on the endless green branches over there! Ah, this is the first little snowball to earn semi-frozen soil! Ah, isn't this the new lonely wicker? "The second half of the sentence comes from Xu Zhimo's poem" Don't come to Du Fu under the moon "." Looking at the quiet bridge shadow, counting the fine ripples. I leaned against the moss on the stone fence, which cooled my heart. Moon, you dropped out of school. The bride was ashamed and covered her brocade. You stayed here last night. Can you ask her to allow you to come tonight? "
2. Xu Zhimo's most classic poem Farewell to Cambridge.
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
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 Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
Is the rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is 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,
Don't take away a cloud.
3. Xu Zhimo's poem "Spring Trace" Xu Zhimo's "Daphne"-Spring is getting up early in the morning, taking a shower, standing in front of the white paint mirror and arranging his bow tie.
The morning light leaking from the window screen is falling on his neat black hair, like a first-class flexible Wu Jin. His thin cheeks were faintly stained with the bright red since early spring, and his long, slender, densely embroidered eyes still contained the infinite spring in his dreams, which further inspired his habit of narcissus self-pity and looked at himself in the mirror with suspicion.
His round and pointed eyes are as black as his hair. In the process of clearing profits, he showed some melancholy and thirst, like a green autumn mountain covered with a few traces of fog and purple. He is twenty-three years old. He has been in Japan for three months, and he has only moved to this provincial flower museum for three days.
With his natural talent, he wanted to grow a pair of white feathers on his shoulders from an early age, watching the beautiful sunset glow, the tired spring clouds, the crystal clear autumn, flying away, flying in the clouds, flying out of the sky, listening to the songs of larks, listening to the water music of Tianhe and watching the dance of stars. That is his fantasy, and it is also the fantasy of most teenagers who have not learned the harsh lessons of life.
But the hammer with rough reality has already shattered his ideal crystal ball, and the humble dust of reality has already covered his white hope. His head won't come back from the clouds, and his feet have been stuck in the mud.
He went to the window and opened it, only to feel a strong fragrance, which penetrated the depths of Fu Ling. It turns out that the yard downstairs is full of Daphne flowers. Those little sisters-in-law with purple clothes and white hair, exposed to the dew and the warmth of spring, can't sing aloud, but also dance against the gentle breeze with the fragrance accumulated in their hearts and spit deeply. Sang Baofeng, three miles away, just happily immersed in the warm sunshine in the morning.
Yi stood by the window alone, pondering the longing for spring, put his hands in his trouser pockets, slightly bent his left knee, clenched his reddish lower lip, exhaled deeply, turned to hide his face and whispered, but unfortunately, there was nowhere to find all kinds of customs! Following his singing, I heard the doorbell on the bamboo fence making a loud noise, and then the postman shouted in a late voice, "Post!" " "At that time, the Hua Teng leaves of vines of various colors on the fence trembled like light waves, and Xinyan's whisper in the white-leaved tree stopped because of the bell. The lady came upstairs with a beautiful letter in her hand and said to Yi, "This gentleman is so lucky that you have such a beautiful gift every day." Then she handed the letter to him.
This is really a beautiful gift. This one is more elegant than yesterday's, and the words written on it are more charming. When I saw her unique signature, as thin as a swallow's tail and as thin as a plum blossom, I immediately thought of her graceful image, sweet voice, and then a feeling of reunion. I couldn't help bursting the nerves of my limbs and bursting out some coolness. He came to a god and inadvertently sent the fragrance in his hand to his lips. He only felt that Lan Xin was full of words, and he didn't know whether the fragrance was in the movie or in the words. -He was fascinated.
A small but neat country road is lined with all kinds of trees, and the grass on the ground is dotted with little gold and silver flowers. On this early summer morning, there are few pedestrians on this road except milk trucks and vegetable baskets.
But when the bell rang, a brand-new bicycle turned out from the direction of Sangbaoshan, and a girl in a suit was sitting on it, about twenty years old. Her dark yellow hair was fluffy in the breeze and wrapped in a light blue ribbon.
She wore a summer dress with white gauze and lace, and her shoes and socks were all white. Her plump muscles, healthy complexion, agile limbs and happy expression just coincide with the natural and vigorous weather in early summer. On this quiet and flat road, she flies like a swallow in the shade of elm willow; Sometimes I bend down to the front cabinet, sometimes I spread my hands to try her newly invented posture, but sometimes I straighten her skirt with my hands, because the wind tip of Meng Lang often flips her skirt like a lotus leaf, revealing the secret of the lining.
The fragrance of grass and flowers, the sound of trees and birds all add a lot of cheerful scenery to her original cheerful mood-she is as beautiful and lively as a sika deer in the same mountain. The bike stopped in front of a fence full of vines and flowers. She leaned against the fence, brushed away the dust and hair, gently pressed the doorbell, pushed open the door, stood at the door and whispered, "Mrs. Huasheng, is mr. yi at home?" As he spoke, his heart kept beating, and there were small peach blossoms on his cheeks, which were dyed to the depth of the ice muscle.
At that time, the landlady was not at home and was idle upstairs. She heard it early and leaned out of the window. Seeing her, she seemed to feel the current and wanted to run down at once. But she then shouted; She also saw it: "Good morning, Teacher Yi. Please forgive me for interrupting. You don't have to go downstairs, and I won't come in. Today, because of the good weather, I came out early in the morning to ride a bike and walk on the sidewalk to find you. Can't you see I'm still breathing? How are you today? Oh, you can come early today if you like. Can you come after dinner? " Before she finished, she suddenly felt her shoelaces loose and bent down to tidy them up. The sun shone from behind her, 7A68696416FE78988E69D83313339653730, describing her as a long black shadow with two bands, which was blown by the wind and only shook her head in the shadow, just like a big snail.
"Very well, spring mark girl! ... I'll come early ... but why don't you come in and have a rest? ..... Aren't you tired of cycling? ..... "Spring Scar has tied her shoelaces, leaned against the bamboo fence, leaned against the back of the chair and replied with a smile:" Thank you, mr. yi, and I will go back. Warm your book, or you won't be able to answer it. Sir, clap your hands. " Gezhi simple smile. Her eyes are very small and there are no seams now.
As soon as she leaned over, she patted the gate and pushed her head in repeatedly; A tall vine flower was stuck on her white cheek. She glanced out of the window and looked at Yi with a stunned smile: "Goodbye, Yi!" " She did leave when the bell rang. Yifei seems to be rushing downstairs to look out, only to see the trace of her car clearly carved on the loess road dotted with elm trees and a pile of white shirts far away.
4. Xu Zhimo's poem "Farewell to Cambridge" is a well-known poem by modern poet Xu Zhimo, and it is also a masterpiece of crescent poetry. The whole poem takes the emotional ups and downs when leaving Cambridge as a clue to express the deep affection for Cambridge's departure. The language is light and soft, and the form is exquisite and mellow. The poet paints a flowing picture by alternating reality and reality, which constitutes a wonderful artistic conception everywhere. It shows in detail the poet's love for Cambridge, his longing for his past life, and his helpless sadness at present, which is the swan song in Xu Zhimo's poems.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
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Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
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Green grass on soft mud
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
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A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
-
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
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But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
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I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
5. Xu Zhimo's poem is a love affair.
Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
This is an ancient poem that I personally think is good ~
Liangzhou order
Yong Liu
The dream screen window is bright, and the residual light covers the air. I am troubled by thoughts and personnel. Don't hate leaving sadness. When is it infinite?
Pity must be narrow-minded and often turns into trouble. How melancholy is your life? The moon is not long, and it is easy to get old in spring.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Yan Shu
Small print means business is average. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where it is. Green waves still flow eastward.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Yan Shu
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The dream on the roof is five years old, and the bottom of the flower is sad in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Su Shi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Queqiaoxian
Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Nankezi
Zhongshu
Shili Qingshan is far away, and the tide is flat and the road is sand. Several times, birds complained about the years, which were a bleak time, at the end of the world.
The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember when we sold wine, which one?
Nanxiangzi
Nanxiangzi and Yang moved to Mizhou from time to time.
Su Shi
Looking east at Yuhang, the sea of clouds and the horizon are endless. I don't know when I became famous, come back brilliantly and laugh with you.
Don't use wine to tell the feelings of parting. There has always been another reason for the wedding banquet. Flowers will take you there tonight, walk across the pond, and see tears in a trance like yang hu. It's you, Yang.
Linjiangxian
Yan Dao Ji
After the dream, the balcony was locked,
Hou Lian hung low.
When hatred came last spring.
Falling flowers are independent,
Swifts fly in pairs.
I remember Xiaoping's first meeting,
Two-hearted word Luo Yi.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa.
When the moon is there,
I have returned home according to the colorful clouds.
6. Xu Zhimo's classic poems 1. When you walk, you will be scattered and your memory 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.
PS: I will never be so brave again in my life, for you. 4. One person's indifference increases another person's difficulties, one person's loyalty increases another person's deception, one person's contribution increases another person's plunder, and one person's conviction increases 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.
Ps: Go ahead. I'm always used to being alone. 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. It's like a pair of wings hiding. People don't understand this. Once you are not satisfied, love first, count later, count after being sentimental. 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 here before, and I have never been in your world. 1 1. I seem to be used to waiting, just 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. Know that you are waiting for unknown happiness ... 12. Maybe you can love many people, but only one person will make you laugh the brightest and cry the saddest.
For me-everyone should smile brightly, but I don't know who gave me the brightest smile. Crying, that's common.
But I don't understand who is sad and who makes me most sad. It's just that my heart hurts too much, too much ... and then I can't feel the pain.
I can't remember the light and shadow of the class barge. 13. I like a piece of music for a while, and I miss it for a while after listening to it.
Sitting for a while, missing the palmprint of another time. What was it like to listen to that song? Did we meet then? Meet or miss? Or, an encounter without an ending? 14. Winter has begun.
Light snow and heavy snow.
Solstice of winter. Minor Cold
Great 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.
15. 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, and I won't give up. 16. The world used to be black and white upside down, but now it is back to gorgeous colors. The world once lost its voice, now you sing with me.
Night covers the left hand, and the left hand covers the right hand. The fingers that once held hands are closed alone at night.
The wind blows the sand into a desert, so you wait for me, waiting for ten years of long meditation. You are a legend in the world, and you are the only one in the world.
You made me spend a whole picture of my youth looking for you. Five, four, three, two, one. He and her mystery.
At first ... 17. When a person is immersed in a fantasy, he will turn it into a vague taste and treat it as real wine. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness.
18. Some women. It will make people feel that no one in the world is willing to treat her badly.
However, this woman. Just can't get the good she has been expecting.
19. It's not necessarily the hardest thing to face. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy.
It may not last long to get it.
7. Xu Zhimo's poem about the word "morning", there are a few drops of white dew on your forehead, blooming in the morning light.
Love death
Xu zhimo
Roses, overwhelming red roses,
Last night's thunderstorm,
This is your signal-what a delicate beauty!
Your color 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 bloom in the morning light.
The smile on your face must have come from heaven;
Unfortunately, the world is too vulgar to provide them with a chance to live forever.
Your beauty is your destiny!
I am approaching;
Your charming colors and smells have conquered another soul-I am your prisoner!
You smile there, I tremble here,
You have reached the peak of your life.
Look at your first step-a deep pool in the sun;
You stand by the pool, I stand behind you, one-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 are all in my hands.
I'm shivering here, you-laugh.
Ross! I don't care about you, I love you!
Petals, calyx, stamens, thorns, you, me-how happy! one
Stick together! A mass of scarlet, hands blurred by blood.
Ross! I love you!