He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use baskets to put bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of Chinese tallow leaves like a herring.
The reed canopy is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Liu Dabai, on the autumn night river
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
( 1923)
Pigeon Hu Shi
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes,
Back and forth,
Iraq is like Italy,—
Abrupt, turn it over and reflect the sunshine, white lining the sky, very beautiful!
( 19 18)
Autumn morning is at stake.
Goodbye, starry night,
I have suffered from the pain that holy water is hard to wash,
You stepped on my back,
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Hold the sun's feet with both hands. Look at that.
Leaves quiver, flowers dance, intoxicated by the sound of the city,
Until you cry with joy!
( 1934)
Xu zhimo is on the bus in Shanghai and Hangzhou
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!
( 1928)
Xu zhimo's whisper
First-class cold autumn pool autumn rain,
In the withered autumn willows,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I brushed him gently in the autumn halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.
Follow the autumn stream.
Whispering of autumn rain, Sanqiu's feelings,
The plot of love poems also falls into the autumn halo of autumn eyes, dancing everywhere,
Follow the autumn stream.
Winter:
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Written on February 30th 1924.
It's hard to get
Xu zhimo
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,
Without vanity, 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 know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In the cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
Before March 1925
Winter night
New Di
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air at night,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud noises tonight?
1934 65438+ February
One night in Xishan Songtang
Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, a line of white dew on the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Know from a distance that it is not snow that brings fragrance.
In the snow.
Feng zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.