Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
This poem was written in 1928 1 1. It is the representative work of Xu Zhimo and the most representative work of Crescent Poetry School.
Cambridge is the seat of the famous Cambridge University in Britain. A few years ago, Xu Zhimo studied here, which was an important turning point in the poet's life. This is a poetic era. He once said with deep affection, "My vision was opened by Cambridge, my thirst for knowledge was stirred by Cambridge, and my self-awareness was given to me by Cambridge."
I like this poem "Farewell to Cambridge" for a long time. When I was just in high school, I silently recited this poem in my mind when I was walking on the road in the morning and on the way back after sunset.
Then, everything will be beautiful because of this poem. Looking at the willows by the roadside, I think of the bride in the sunset; Looking at the clouds in the west, I also want to wave my sleeves; On the starry night, I wonder who will play the farewell flute.
This poem describes the picturesque scenery with the combination of reality and reality, showing the tender feelings like water. It should be said that every sentence and paragraph is perfect, but I still like this one best-silence is the music of parting, and summer insects are silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.