Xu zhimo
The same moonlight,
Tonight, because we are all looking up-
Look at it, full of charm,
Being a thug from a black man
Rising in the clouds—
It looks extraordinarily bright and round.
It spread on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in
Water plants knot like sadness.
Underwater;
It's on the ridge of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
Breathe,
It stroked.
Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,
In the constant cry of resident birds,
Want to see old and new ghosts,
Stand together like us,
Eyes shining,
Chewing the biting shade:
Silver lingering poetry
Like the star phosphorus on the water,
Flying in the dew.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-
Eternal and humble harmony,
Sadness and joy,
Hatred and love,
Preserve heat energy in the dark,
In this secluded autumn night and autumn field
In the vast universe,
The greatness of "solution"
In all the tiny depths
launch
Baby's smile!
Xu Zhimo (1896~ 193 1) is a modern poet and essayist. Shi Xia Town, Jianghai Ning County, Zhejiang Province. The name of the seal, the ink of the word, the fine print and Shen. Used pen name: Nanhu, Yun Zhonghe.
"Spring flowers, summer insects, autumn moon and winter furnace" is not the most appropriate autumn moon to describe autumn? At first, he was describing the background of the autumn moon. Dark clouds, roads, water, aquatic plants, underwater, ancient cities, city bricks, even graves and ghosts. In his eyes. This autumn moon seems terrible, cool, sad and resentful. The last sentence "baby's smile" is meaningful. What distinguishes him from other poets is his life background. It is because of his background that the moon became like this in his eyes.
Autumn Dreams
Dai wangshu
The shepherd's bell in the distance shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I have some cold, some cold, and some melancholy autumn background. Suddenly, two pictures fall. One is a light and beautiful painting of a shepherdess, and the other is a heavy and melancholy painting of a poet. The feelings of these two paintings are diametrically opposed and complement each other. The poet's painting began with the shepherdess, but the beauty of the shepherdess reminded the poet of the heavy past. The poet's heart sank into depression and cold. Poetry is often so unexpected, starting from a beautiful place and ending in bitterness. Like a tune, beautiful notes, but it makes people sad. A typical poem touching the scene is concise in language and vivid in image. Some are cold, and some are melancholy.