Poetry about Lin 1. Lin xunshi
Open a library member with a minimum of 0.27 yuan, and view the full content > Original Publisher: Luo Gui of the Yin Dynasty first heard of the name Lin in high school, when a TV series playing Xu Zhimo made me know the name for the first time.
At that time, I just thought the name was very special and nice. Later, CCTV Channel 9 produced several documentaries about Lin, and I learned more about Lin.
However, a few years ago, when I was visiting the West Lake in Hangzhou, there was a monument with unique figures and figures completely hollowed out in the fish watching park near the West Lake. It was jointly built by the Hangzhou Municipal Government and Tsinghua Institute of Architecture to commemorate the forest. This makes me curious about this legendary woman. What kind of woman is Lin? In order to walk into her, I began to read her poems.
Lin's poems are smart, wise and graceful. April is the best time in the world, and spring is in full bloom, neither too cold nor too hot. It is said that April Day on earth is used to express praise for lovers, or some people say that it was written by a poet to his two-year-old son Liang Congjie, and the title itself is full of agility.
The laughter in the poem lights up the surrounding wind, which is light and light, and the drizzle falls in front of the flowers, giving people a light and beautiful aesthetic feeling. I believe that the most beautiful bones are buried here, and there is a trace of soul beside the moon as a souvenir. Last year, even death could be expressed in such beautiful language, which shows Lin's wisdom.
This language has many other languages. For example, in spring, you left a lot of red shadows. When you leave, you don't want to come back and sigh autumn with anyone! Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds are lost. The sadness hidden in the change of seasons is so beautiful and ingenious in the poet's pen.
The beauty of Lin's poems also lies in the beauty of her images. Lin can always choose an appropriate idea to compare his feelings, express his feelings of joy or sadness or sigh or sadness in the language of poetry, and integrate his soul with the fields of Songlin Mountain Spring, which is not only writing scenery but also praising feelings, mixed with various artistic conceptions and reading euphemistically.
2. Lin's poems
1, punchline.
It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing. Brilliant as dew, the smiles are hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth.
That's laughter; God's smile, beautiful smile; The reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered around her ears.
Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's laughter; ; Laughter in poetry and laughter in painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
2. "Listening to music in the middle of the night". This must be your finger again, flicking, in this late night, full of sadness; I can't help blushing, listening to the vividness of Black Boy in the middle of the night.
I'm sad to hear that, I know, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her style, and being too weak is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in my dream, you and I will climb the strings of hope together.
3. "Wish". I would rather turn into a fallen leaf and let the wind and rain fall; Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky, has nothing to do with the earth.
But holding the sad sign tightly, touching the disappointment that has not landed; Dusk, night shift, tiptoe, all empty, no more tenderness; Forget the existence of this world; Have you; Mourn for those who have loved; Falling like a fallen flower, I forgot to look at these tears. On that day, nothing will be left, except for a moment or a gust of wind. You must forget that I once lived in this world.
4. "Still". You stretch out like a lake facing clear sky and white clouds, and like a first-class cold current. To clarify, I can follow Lin 'an to study your fountain: I still have all kinds of doubts and reflect on you! You spread like a thousand flowers! Fairy face is every petal of yours, and it is even more fragrant. The warm fragrance of flowers is accompanied by a cool dusk: I said flowers, which is a trick to steal someone's heart in spring! You learn from books with leaves floating in the wind and reveal your every thought; In every corner of my mind, your eyes looked at me and kept talking: but I still didn't answer, and silence kept my soul forever.
5. A Summer Night in the Mountains. A summer night in the mountains is as deep as a bottomless pit. Shadows, dense pine forests; There is no light around.
There is only one lamp shining on the mountain; Two eyes are like the night, and the eyes of the night are watching! The wind all over the mountain squirms like walking; I avoided the branches and leaves everywhere, and the grass everywhere was silent. Just running water, stone heart and stone mouth, singing in the valley.
It is even and quiet, and looks like a soft curtain under the hood. The problem is gone, and the corners are blurred. Is it spying on dreams? The night elephant is praying, silently expecting gloomy piety to spread in silence.
Brief introduction to the author of the extended data: Lin (June 1904, June 1 0-June 65438+April 0955, June1), Han nationality, originally from Min County, Fujian Province (now Fuzhou, Fujian Province), originally from Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province. Formerly known as Lin, its name comes from "The Book of Songs, Elegant and Four Wonders": a great man's emblem is an hundred philosophers.
Later, it was often mistaken for the male writer "Lin Weiyin" at that time, so it was renamed "Yin Hui". Lin is an architect, poet and writer in China, and also the first wife of architect Liang Sicheng.
In terms of literature, he has written essays, poems, novels, plays, translations and letters. His representative works include You are April Day on Earth, Lotus Lantern and Ninety-nine Degrees.
3. Poems about Lin
You are April on earth.
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's grace, and you're a fairy.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
4. Which poem describes Lin's character?
Which poem describes Lin's character only has this sentence:
Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny. -Xu Zhimo
Xu Zhimo loved Lin, but Lin didn't marry Xu Zhimo. She only regards Shima as her best friend. This sentence is described by Xu Zhimo.
At the age of 192 1, Lin, 18, traveled around Europe. During his stay in England, he met Xu Zhimo, who was studying in England at that time. At that time, Xu Zhimo was already the father of a two-year-old child. Lin was attracted by Xu Zhimo's profound knowledge, elegant speech and handsome appearance. Xu Zhimo was also attracted by Lin's talent and beauty, spoke highly of her and wrote many love poems for Lin. The two also exchanged letters. It was mentioned in the preface of Tiger Collection (193 1) that before the age of 24, he had nothing to do with poetry, and it was his meeting with Lin that inspired his new poetry creation. In March of the same year, he divorced his first wife, Zhang Youyi.
After that, they organized the activities of the Crescent Society, performed together, and often wrote to each other. 1924 During Tagore's visit to China, Xu Zhimo and Lin acted as translators, then Xu Zhimo accompanied Tagore to Japan, and Lin and Liang Sicheng went to the University of Pennsylvania. When Xu Zhimo and Lin met again, it was four years later. During this period, Xu Zhimo married Lu Xiaoman, and Lin also married Liang Sicheng. 193193191965438-0965438-0965438-0965438-0965438-0965438-0965438
Xu Zhimo also had a great influence on Lin. He is the guide on Lin Wenxue's road. Many years later, Lin once said to his children, "Xu Zhimo didn't really love me at first, but he imagined Lin with the romantic mood of a poet, but in fact I'm not that kind of person."
Step 5 write Lin's poems
Xu zhimo's original words are: time is like water, and there is no language forever. If you are well, it will be sunny.
Later, there were many versions, and then extended to Xu Zhimo's poems, among which the following one was the most touching.
Time is like water, always speechless. If you are well, it will be sunny.
I have always wanted to be a quiet woman, guarding myself in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and retaining the initial bud and joy.
Or get stuck in the light and shadow, and look through those vague old dreams.
Time is like a glass of still water, which is still deep and can still flow deeply.
But a mood has nothing to do with romance, and the water is gone.
Standing at the crossroads of time, I look back at the beauty and gentleness I have passed.
Many people, many things, many desires and longings that used to be flowery,
Still flowing slowly in the long river of years, looking back silently.
Things are complicated, time is always silent, the so-called obsession may be illusory, and the so-called arrival is just the end.
Endless, endless world of mortals. Only one trip can change an understanding, and only one trip can change an experience, that's all.
Rolling in the world of mortals, who is the spectator and passer-by in whose life?
Pushing open a door called years, many years have finally been gradually stranded.
And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal lattice, wandering on the edge of dreams and reality.
If time is locked in lush green, dragging the cold autumn, then there are three thousand weak waters, who will take you to get drunk outside the world of mortals?
In this life, you have a good life, which is sunny.
6. What are Lin's poems?
Selected poems of Lin:
You are the April of this world
Author: Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That is lightness, that is graceful, and you are; Brightly colored
You wear a crown of flowers; you are
Naive and solemn; You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
In the water, you are swaying like a dreamlike Bai Lianhua.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering among the beams; You are love, you are warmth,
It is hope; You are the April day on earth!
that night
Author: Lin
That night, my boat was pushed out of the river,
There are dense stars in the clear blue sky.
That night, you held my hand,
The lost starry night blockade relieves anxiety.
That night, you and I parted ways,
Each of them realized the emergence of life.
My boat is still floating on the sea,
Thin masts often sway in the wind and waves.
So far, the sun has only wandered behind me,
Layers of shadows surround me.
I still remember that night,
Starlight, tears, the white river!
I still miss your farming on the shore;
Red flowers, yellow flowers and bright flowers.
I hope to reach the top that day,
Honey generally moistens memories.
On that day, I will step on an arrow with wings.
Look at your garden and shoot a complete string.
On that day, you will hear songs like birds.
That is, I am waiting for your appreciation.
On that day, you will see messy flower shadows.
That is, I broke into the border of that year!
7. Lin's poems
A smile is a circular vortex of her eyes, lips and lips.
Brilliant as dew, the smiles are hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile; The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered around her ears. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart.
That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves. When you hear music in the middle of the night, it must be your fingers flicking again. In this late night, you are sad; I can't help blushing, listening to the vividness of Black Boy in the middle of the night.
I'm sad to hear that, I know, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her style, and being too weak is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in my dream, you and I will climb the strings of hope together.
I would rather turn into a fallen leaf and let the wind and rain fall; Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky, has nothing to do with the earth. But holding the sad sign tightly, touching the disappointment that has not landed; Dusk, night shift, tiptoe, all empty, no more tenderness; Forget the existence of this world; Have you; Mourn for those who have loved; Falling like a fallen flower, I forgot to look at these tears.
On that day, nothing will be left, except for a moment or a gust of wind. You must forget that I once lived in this world. In spite of this, you still stretch out like a lake to the white clouds in the clear sky, and you are like a first-class cold current. To clarify, I may follow Lin 'an to study your fountain: I still reflect on you with all kinds of doubts! You spread like a thousand flowers! Fairy face is every petal of yours, and it is even more fragrant. The warm fragrance of flowers is accompanied by a cool dusk: I said flowers, which is a trick to steal someone's heart in spring! You learn from books with leaves floating in the wind and reveal your every thought; In every corner of my mind, your eyes looked at me and kept talking: but I still didn't answer, and silence kept my soul forever.
A summer night in the mountains, a summer night in the mountains, as deep as a bottomless pit; Shadows, dense pine forests; There is no light around. There is only one lamp shining on this mountain-two lamps are like the eyes of the night, and the eyes of the night are watching! The wind all over the mountain squirms like walking; I avoided the branches and leaves everywhere, and the grass everywhere was silent.
Just running water, stone heart and stone mouth, singing in the valley. It is even and quiet, and looks like a soft curtain under the hood.
The problem is gone, and the corners are blurred. Is it spying on dreams? The night elephant is praying, silently expecting gloomy piety to spread in silence. Passion I want to take advantage of the boldness and calmness of this moment. My soul soberly drinks a sweet fresh dew, waves the sword of thought and dances its sharpest glance, like snow in the wilderness shining in the cold light of the moon, spewing cold and exciting light; -chop, cut off the lingering and disputes during this period with obscene mesh, cut off an flawless transparency, and look at you, pure beauty, your naked solemnity.
You are April day on earth-a compliment of love, I say you are April day on earth; Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Your soul dances in the glory of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The evening wind is soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are wearing a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are a full moon every night. After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; Tender as the green of a new bud, you are gentle and happy, and the water floats with the white lotus in your dream.
You are a flower, a swallow whispers in the beam, you are love, warmth and hope, and you are the April day on earth! Who smiles so sweetly, so deeply and so roundly? A string of pearls sparkles, and generate looks innocent! The clear spring floats at the bottom and flows to the surface of the water, which is gorgeous and scattered! Who laughs well and flowers bloom? So light, don't wake up. Xiaoxiang inadvertently, with the wind, brushed on the low wall, hanging in front of the sunset.
Who laughed so high that the unknown birds circled? Who laughs at the rotation of thousands of wind chimes, shaking the sky from the eaves of each layer of glass? Intermittent music in memory, the most beautiful or gentle night, accompanied by stars during the day. On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have two or three graceful flowers, covered with emotional flowers, spreading the fragrance of wild lotus namelessly, and each petal is quiet and bright.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or the water is wrinkled like fish scales. The vastness in all directions is like a dream without traces of the past. Everyone knows the picture and sinks in the reflection of underwater memory! How can I recognize this transparent body by clearing the bodhi leaves? Leaves of wisdom fall on the earth? Melancholy, kindness and purity-the cold flame that flashed that day and landed silently only proved that wisdom would die in front of the wind! Yesterday and yesterday, beauty cannot escape the majesty of time; I believe that the most beautiful bones rest here, and a trace of soul remains on the moon as a souvenir. -Shading under the Bodhi Tree was last year! I remember the day when I crossed Mount Tai at dusk. Let dusk come and the moon hang in my heart.
Like this Mount Qingdai, today, the heart is a barrier to arrogance; Lush, do not forget the sunset glow, boundless, but listen to the wind at the foot, late-winter meditation for the purpose of winter, cold as flowers,-flowers are fragrant, winter has memories. The shadow of dead branches, thin and smoky, drags a pen at the afternoon window; In the cold, the sun is fading, it becomes tilted ... just talking like a guest, I silently drink tea in silence.
Time and the seasons of the earth are always changing. In spring, you left many red traces, and you said goodbye lightly. I don't want to sigh autumn with anyone when I come back! Now even the yellow leaves of autumn clouds have been thrown into the distance, leaving only the gray sky completely lonely. Can you stand listening to the cold wind alone? .