Xu Zhimo has never really been intoxicated or infatuated with poetry itself in his life, so he has no own way of poetry. His inner poetry was finally dissolved in the struggle against Lu Xiaoman's vulgarity and depravity. Xu Zhimo and Wen Yiduo advocated the three beauties of poetry, architecture and painting together, and became the most successful representatives of practicing the three beauties. Xu Zhimo is definitely a talented essayist. Xu Zhimo is a wayward child. Xu Zhimo's life is legendary. He will never be lonely, and he will always pursue fresh hot spots and novel ways of life. In his poetic bones, in the dictionary of his life, the boring, mediocre and lifeless ordinary life has been eliminated forever, and he is a bright red jumping flame. Maybe we will think that his life is really gorgeous, colorful and intriguing, but his people, himself, are almost absolutely pure. Zhimo transformed China's classical tradition with the romantic tradition in Europe, which made his poems present two aspects of tradition. The greatest representative of Xu Zhimo's poetic tradition is his lyricism. He expresses romantic feelings, while modern poetry needs profound thoughts and complex skills. He is known as the "philosopher of poetry", but he basically has no philosopher's thinking, and the ideas in his poems are also very weak, simple, simple and simple. Simile is more than metaphor, directness is more than suggestion, and emotion is more than reason; It is these romantic and lyrical factors that make Xu Zhimo's poems meet the usual aesthetic expectations of ordinary people for the image of poets.
However, in the history of modern poetry, Xu Zhimo is one of the most striking poets in the history of modern new poetry, and he is the representative of the Crescent Poetry School. His poems are feminine, harmonious in rhyme and praise ideals; Express the pursuit of love, freedom and beauty; He is good at delicate psychological capture and sentimental portrayal, which is deeply loved by young people and his influence has never diminished. Its beauty is a trickle, not a torrent of the Yangtze River. His poems did not become the voice of the times, the lyric of the national collective, and his poems did not point to the ultimate significance.