A Night in Feilengcui
Xu Zhimo
Are you really leaving, tomorrow? Then me, then me,
You don’t have to worry about it, sooner or later that day will come;
If you want to remember me, just remember me,
otherwise Forget about me in this world as soon as possible
Don’t worry about the time and space.
Just think it is a dream, a fantasy;
Just think it was us the day before yesterday The remaining red leaves fluttered timidly in front of the wind, one petal,
two petals, fell to the ground, were stepped on, and turned into mud...
Oh, to be stepped on and turned into mud - once turned into mud, it is cleaned.
This half-dead thing is called suffering.
Looking at the shabby, burdensome, makes people look down upon -
Oh my God! Why did you come, why did you come...
I will never forget you. The day you come,
it will be like the dark future seeing light,
You are my husband, my love, my benefactor.
You taught me what life is and what love is.
You awakened me from my coma and repaid my innocence.
Without you, how would I know the sky is high and the grass is green?
If you touch my heart, it will beat so fast;
If you touch my face again, it will be burnt, thanks to the dark night
Invisible; love, I can’t breathe,
Don’t kiss me; I can’t stand this life like fire,
My soul is like It's made of fire bricks
Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, smashed, smashed, sparks flew everywhere... I fainted, hold me,
Love, let me stay here in the quiet garden,
Closing my eyes, dying on your chest, how beautiful!
The sound of wind rustling in the poplar trees above my head,
can be regarded as my funeral song, this breeze,
blowing from the olive grove, brings With the fragrance of pomegranate flowers,
it took my soul with it, and the fireflies,
the passionate and diligent fireflies, they lighted the way,
I stopped when I reached the bridge of the Third Ring Cave,
I heard you holding my half-warm body here,
calling me sadly, kiss me, shake me Me, smack me,
I will smile and follow the breeze,
Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,
Anyway Losing this disgusting life and realizing this death
in love, this death centered on love, is not better than
five hundred reincarnations? ...Selfish, I know,
But I can’t control it... Are you going to die with me?
What, if you are not in pairs, you are not completely "loving to death".
To ascend, you need two pairs of wings to work together.
You have to go to heaven. We need to take care of you all the same,
I can’t live without you, and you can’t live without me;
If it were hell, you would be even more worried if I went alone,
You said hell It may not be as civilized as this world
(Although I don’t believe it,) a delicate flower like me can’t be guaranteed not to be hit by storms or rain.
When I called you, you couldn't hear clearly.
It was not that I threw myself into the mud pit in search of relief.
It was like a cold-eyed ghost colluding with a cold-hearted person.
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Laugh at my fate, laugh at your cowardly carelessness?
This makes sense, but what should I do?
It is difficult to live. If it is too difficult, you will die without freedom.
I don’t want you to sacrifice your future for me...
Oh! You said you should stay alive and wait for that day!
Is there that day? ——Your presence is my confidence;
But you have to leave at dawn, do you really have the heart to leave me
? I can't keep you, this is fate;
But this flower has no sunshine and no nectar.
Even if it doesn't die, its petals will be scorched and withered. How pitiful!
You can't forget yourself, love, except in your heart,
I have no life; yes, I listen to your words, I wait,
Waiting for Tieshu I have to wait patiently for my children to bloom;
Love, you will always be a star above my head:
If unfortunately you die, I will become a firefly,
In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying darkly,
Flying from dusk to midnight, flying from midnight to dawn,
I just wish there would be no clouds in the sky, I hope Can see the sky
The big unchanging star in the sky, that is you,
I hope you will shine more light for me, across the night,
Across the sky, with a sense of love...
June 11th,
In the Feilengcui Mountain in 1925
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Looking at Xu Zhimo from A Night in Feilengcui
In the autumn of 1920, Xu Zhimo entered the School of Economics and Political Science of the University of London and met Chen Yuan, British writer Wells and others. Have a great interest in literature.
In 1921, he met the father and daughter Lin Changmin and Lin Huiyin. Later, he was introduced by the British scholar Dickinson and entered the Royal College of Cambridge University with special qualifications, getting closer to the real life in Cambridge.
Cambridge has since become a new starting point for Xu Zhimo’s life. In Kangqiao, his soul was deeply cleansed. He placed his affection on the mountains and rivers and listened to nature. The spirituality of the Cam River silently nourished his mind and feelings.
While in Camqiao, Xu Zhimo was immersed in the "soft waves of the Cam River" and had spiritual exchanges with British writers and scholars. In the autumn of 1922, Xu Zhimo returned to China. He was full of British Cambridge-style people and ideals, and expected to realize his idealism in China.
His representative work "Farewell Cambridge" has syllables with varying degrees of rhythm and rhythm, and the tone loops repeatedly. The whole poem has reached a state of artistic proficiency.
"Farewell Cambridge" has been passed down and has become a famous work because of its tortuous and profound artistic conception, murmuring rhythm, meticulous technique and strict rhythm.
Xu Zhimo’s romantic feelings are also reflected in his prose. For example, among Xu Zhimo's prose, "Gossips at Feileng Cui Mountain" may be the most heartily written.
The article writes about a hike, even if it is just an occasional relaxation, it will be unforgettable in the memory. Here, you really feel comfortable no matter what you think or do. Nature revives human nature, and there is no need to wear a mask in life. Xu Zhimo likes to go into nature so much, and he really discovers the nature in his heart.
However, as a poet, he is very willful and does not want to restrict himself. As mentioned in the article "Planting Flowers on the Beach", what we have lost is a kind of simple faith and happy virginity. Only then do we think that we are smart and think of all the impossibilities in reality, but we forget that it is still possible to grow on a humane beach. Plant flowers.
It is impossible to grow flowers, but the spirit of growing flowers will never die, so it cannot be said that the poet is too naive, but in fact he is very persistent.
The most famous of Zhimo’s letters is of course the love letter he wrote to Lu Xiaoman, "Ai Mei Xiaozha". Xu Zhimo is a typical ideal romantic. His love is vigorous and unbridled. For him, love is the fire in his blood, the passion in his heart, and the reason for the existence of life.
Love must be warm and passionate love, so that he can fully feel that he exists because of love. In "Little Letters from Love Eyebrows", Xu Zhimo's happiness, anger, sadness, and joy are all because of Lu Xiaoman, because he loves Lu Xiaoman.
In "Little Letters of Love for My Eyes", Xu Zhimo mentioned many times that he wanted Lu Xiaoman to die with him, such as: "My dear eyebrows, come and die with me!" It's conceivable that However, in Xu Zhimo's opinion, dying for love is the most perfect ending of love.
If the loveless marriage between Xu Zhimo and Zhang Youyi made him feel painful and helpless, then Lin Huiyin's emphasis on morality over love brought him all pain, and his relationship with Lu Xiaoman Marriage is another painful beginning of life.
Among the many emotional TV shows and novels I have watched, the most realistic marriage is the plain marriage of "a handful of green vegetables and two fishes". A marriage that is too romantic and too perfect will not last long. When the tide of passion recedes, all kinds of contradictions caused by the daily necessities of life will dilute the original feelings.
If Xu Zhimo had not died in the plane crash, I think his marriage to Lu Xiaoman would not have lasted long. He designed his marriage to be as romantic and perfect as his poems. Real life tells us that this is impossible.
Because of this, Xu Zhimo was not sober from the beginning. It can be said that he suffered a lot of torture in this whirling world. So in the end he could only: I left quietly, just as I came gently, I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud...
This may be the love of a romantic poet and destiny.
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