Never before has a woman's love story been talked about by Chinese people for so long;
The image of women has never been so deeply imprinted on the minds of China people.
She is Lin, forever Lin.
The poet expressed his madness and infatuation with this talented woman with such a poem, which infected future generations:
I am a cloud in the sky.
Occasionally projected in your heart.
You don't have to be surprised.
Not to mention being lucky.
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea
You have yours.
I have my direction.
It's good that you remember.
You'd better forget.
The light from this intersection.
This is the "Accidental" written by the poet Xu Zhimo to his unforgettable woman Lin. That is a woman with both talent and beauty. Her prose and poetry are elegant and full of emotion. They read like a beautiful and refined orchid and feel a strong fragrance, which is passed down from generation to generation in small quantities. She is also the first female architect in China. She studied in England, and has a prominent position in the history of China architecture. She is Lin, a talented woman in the 1920s.
As early as a few years ago, I heard of Lin's name and read her biography, but most of them talked about her romance. I always thought she was just a sentimental poetess. But recently I really got to know her, and I was lucky enough to read the elegant and pure love poems written by Master Xu Zhimo to Yin Hui. The words are fresh, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the thoughts are elegant, full of Xu Da's love for her. Lin, with both talent and appearance, deeply touched Xu Zhimo's heart. Is his only soul mate, making his love poems gush. The madness and infatuation with Yin Hui infected future generations.
Lin looks delicate and talented, but like Xu Zhimo, she is very weak. She has essays and poems handed down from generation to generation, but not many. She is very similar to Xu Zhimo, and they both feel like literati. It's not necessarily a bad thing for two people to be together, but they may both be more productive. The problem is that these two people can't be together. When I first met, Lin was too young and Xu Zhimo was not qualified; After Xu Zhimo divorced, Lin got engaged.
Xu Zhimo wrote to his mentor Liang Qichao to introduce his infatuation and loyalty to Lin. The letter stated that "the only soul mate, if you get it, you are lucky, but if you can't get it, you are doomed", and then wrote affectionate love poems for Lin, such as "Accidental" and "Walking with You in the Mountains". It is true that Lin was also very moved and responded to several poems that were regarded as classics by later generations, such as Laughter, That Night, Nocturne and A Peach Blossom. It's just that Lin is a smart woman, frank and affectionate. Although she loves Xu Zhimo from the bottom of her heart, she knows that life is broader than love. So, rational and wise, she accepted Liang Sicheng, the man who accompanied him all his life.
In the mountains-Xu Zhimo
The yard is quiet.
Listen to market rumors, hug
Weave into a pine shadow
Look at the first month
I didn't know I was in the mountains tonight
What kind of scene is this?
I think there are moons and pine trees.
There is a deeper silence.
I want to hold on to the moonlight
Just relax.
Blowing the pine trees and the drunkenness of spring.
Go rafting in the mountains
Blow off a new needle.
Fall in front of your window
Gentle as a sigh
I won't disturb your sleep.
Xu Zhimo: "You go."
You go, I go, we break up here;
Whichever way you take, you can walk safely.
Look at that street lamp, it goes all the way to the horizon.
You just have to walk along this bright straight line!
You go first, I'll stand here and watch you:
Light feet, don't let the dust fly.
I want to recognize your distant figure,
Until the distance makes me confused about you.
Otherwise, I'll call your name,
Keep reminding you that I'm here,
In order to dispel the coldness in the street and the desolation in the middle of the night,
Watching you go home ...
No, I have my own opinion,
You need not worry about me; You take the main road,
I walked into this alley. Look at that tree,
Reaching the sky, I walked over, turned around,
In the past, it was a crazy mess;
There are deep pools, shallow depressions and half-bright and half-dark water stops.
Like tears at night;
There are rocks and creeping weeds that sting the tibia and ankles.
Tripped while waiting for passers-by,
But don't worry, I have enough courage,
The dangerous journey can't calm me down.
When you go far, I will stride forward,
This wilderness is full of fresh night dew;
Don't worry about the deep clouds, but look for the wind.
Mercury flows in the sea of clouds;
More importantly, it always shines on my heart,
And that sleepless pearl, I love you!
(The above is a poem written by Xu Zhimo to Lin in July 193 1. )
Lin's Poems to Xu Zhimo:
laugh
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Hear music in the middle of the night
This must be your finger again,
Flip,
In the middle of the night, I feel sad.
I can't help blushing,
Listen quietly,
The vivid scene of midnight black boy.
Listen to my heart,
horrible
I know, but how can I respond?
Life has already defined her style,
Too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in my dream,
you and I
Let's climb the string of hope.
That night.
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;
The vividness of safflower, rehmannia and flowers.
I hope to reach the top that day,
Honey generally moistens memories.
On that day, I will hold an arrow with wings,
Look at your garden and shoot a complete string.
On that day, you will hear songs like birds.
That's me waiting for your appreciation.
On that day, you will see a messy flower shape.
That is, I broke into the border of that year!
A peach blossom
Peach blossom,
The purple of that tree,
It's a sentence in spring:
The dewdrops are delicate and charming,
There are some.
Exquisite writing,
Light caused by lobes,
More.
Breathe gently and evenly;
With a smile,
Intentionally or unintentionally
Full of expectations for life.
Look,-
That tremor is in the breeze.
She froze again, weakly,
On the thin lips of March,
At first glance,
A glimpse of sentimental traces!
Twenty years (1) in May, Xiangshan