Appreciation of Keats' Nightingale Songs

For Xu Zhimo, art is life, because their purpose is only one: beauty.

Among modern and contemporary literature in China, Xu Zhimo's poems are the most lyrical, such as Keats' The Nightingale.

The opening is "john keats's Song of the Nightingale is as magical as The Nightingale in the Birds", and the clever metaphor can easily arouse readers' curiosity about beauty. The reader wants to find out the cause of this beauty, but he can't explain it. Look at the structure, bland; Analyzing the text, his narrative is as eloquent as the vernacular; His prose is as lyrical as his poetry, and the expression of emotion is not straightforward. But this essay is extraordinary, like a charming song. As the article says, it makes people listen, and its "aftertaste lingers in the universe forever ..."

Reading Xu Zhimo's prose, you can't explain it, and you don't want to analyze every word. His prose, like his poems, is the feeling of many beautiful images, the free flow of emotions and the curve of soul trembling. Just like most people don't say, "I wave my sleeve/don't take away a cloud." Wonderful sentences are very impressive, and it is difficult for readers to create better poems under the same circumstances.

There are many articles that cannot be elaborated and analyzed, but can only be felt. When Keats wrote Song of the Nightingale, he felt flowers growing on him one after another. Xu Zhimo felt Keats's "poetic soul sniffing the fragrance of all kinds of invisible flowers and plants in the shade of the forest, guessing and telling in private, like the end of a mountain stream flowing into a lake ..." This feeling is a silent communication, a search for the vibration of the soul and a reconstruction and extension of beauty.

Xu Zhimo advocates elegant and refined beauty, such as Mansfield's fairy posture and spirit; He appreciates the beauty of chic, such as dancing snowflakes, such as golden willows by the river, and brides in the sunset; He is obsessed with the beauty of nature, as melodious as a nightingale's song and as beautiful as a mountain flower; He indulged in the beauty of sadness, such as Ode to Ode by wyndell dichinson of Keats, and the sadness in his dream. ...

There seems to be a hunch that Xu Zhimo has written many times about those talents who died young in his few essays. It was a kind of soul ringing, and he had a special liking for them. Xu Zhimo died young, but his works left the beauty of art in the world forever.