Let's appreciate the poet's romantic feelings and poetic rhyme together. I was deeply moved by these beautiful poetic sentences. What about you?
Look at the quiet bridge shadow once,
Count the ripples of mother of pearl,
I warmed the moss on the stone fence,
Moss cools my heart;
Moon, you quit school, and the bride is ashamed.
Cover with brocade, your head is shining,
You were here last night,
May I ask her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the village temple tower in the distance,
Like light waves in a dream,
Worried about the ebb and flow of the tide,
A lonely boat drifting vaguely and stumbling!
Sparkling, deep night, long thoughts.
Where is my dear friend?
The wind is blowing, the willows are fluttering, and money is fighting.
Arouse the sound of spring.
Autumn moon!
Who can afford a silver fingertip?
Romantic climb!
Do not believe, but look at the light waves of the sea, but can not help but touch the jade finger, crying there! That's it:
Boring smoke,
Beautiful autumn moon,
Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,
Put on your light clothes coldly,
Involved
Get married.
Grief in front of the court-
No, but look.
Silla Han dance,
Wisteria is in full bloom,
Bees are madly in love with butterflies-
Sadness is not in court.
Sorrow pervades the sky-
No, but look.
The sky is blue and white,
The sky is clear,
The lark is dancing back-
Sadness is not in the sky.
Sadness is in my pen-
No, but look.
White and long,
Just for writing,
Hao-
Sadness is not in my pen.
Sadness is on my paper-
No, but look.
Clear quality and color,
It looks awkward,
Poetic Chun Qing-
Sadness is not on my paper.
Sadness is not in my heart. ...
in the heart
Such as ancient ruins,
Weeds don't grow,
The heart is like an ice spring,
Active ice sources,
Heart like a winter bug,
Long stings and long silences-
No, sadness is not in my heart!
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream, vague, hidden,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
There is half a moon in the sky tonight;
I want to hold her hand,
Go to many places in the bright moon-
The same is clear light, I say, perfect or incomplete.
There is a magnolia tree in the garden;
She is a flower lover,
I like to see her pity-
It's also fragrant, she said, full of flowers.
There is an outdated nightingale in the shade;
She caught a cold in autumn,
Not as clear as before-
Dying, she said, but I don't regret my infatuation!
But this warbler, this tree flower, this half moon-
I meditated alone,
In front of me-
There she is, ah, why is she sad, withered and mutilated?
Rare, the night is so quiet,
Rare, the fire is so warm,
It is even more rare to be silent.
A pair of lonely souls!
No camp, no comments,
There is no false correction, suspicion and hatred.
Sitting quietly in front of the fire,
I can only silently count the lanes farther away.
Take a sip of water, my friend,
Moisturize chapped lips;
You add some coal, my friend,
A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.
On a cold winter night, my friend,
People began to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In this cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
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, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is the farewell music;
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.
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally reflected in your mind-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
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!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
That day, you wandered in the air,
Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.
On the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained,
You are more casual on the humble ground.
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.
Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.
He clung to deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back!
A voice appeared on the steps,
I am close to the edge of my dream; )
It must be her footsteps this time,
In the middle of the night
Peeping and pecking at my window,
I sleep next to my hometown; )
This must be her joke-you see,
I am not nervous!
A bed that crept up on me,
I said (half asleep and half awake, in a daze:)
"You can't understand me, why bother you?
How heartbreaking! "
A sigh fell on my pillow,
I have been wandering in my dreams; )
"I failed you!" You said-your tears
Burn my face!
This stereo disturbed my dream,
(Fallen leaves dance in front of the court, one after another; )
The dream is over, oh, wake up; Annoying—
But it's only autumn!
Conclusion: Reading Zhimo's poems is like sipping a glass of weather-beaten wine. There are sadness, tenderness, sadness, warmth, sadness, sadness and sadness. Sweet and sour, each in his own room.
In particular, the beautiful image in the poet's heart seems to linger in the poet's heart. The poet said: "I will look for my only soul mate in the vast sea of people. If I get it, I will be lucky." Almost all poems have such soul mates.
That beautiful shadow, like the poem written by the poet, is the gentlest bow, like a lotus flower's invincible shyness in the cool breeze. How beautiful, vivid and enjoyable. Mei Mei, where is the water lotus in my heart?
Let me end with a poem by Xu Zhimo:
Your sadness infected me, and your poems drank up the tenderness in my heart!