What are Xu Zhimo's poems?

What are the poems of Xu Zhimo as follows:

1, bid farewell to Cambridge

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 at sunset. Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. The green grass on the soft mud is oily and 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, supporting a long pole, wandering back to greener grassland. Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs. Quiet is a farewell party. Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.

2. unexpected

I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your heart, you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy, and disappear in a flash. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; You might as well remember it, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting.

3. "I'm waiting for you"

I am waiting for you. I looked at the dark outdoor as if I were looking at the future, and my heart was blinded by my listening. Why haven't you come yet? I hope to allow flowers to bloom every second. I'm waiting for your footsteps, your laughter, your face, your soft hair, and everything.

I want you to break my heart, I want you to laugh like a flame, I want you to have a flexible waist, and there are dancing stars in the corner of your hair. I am trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere, like an island, floating involuntarily among the waves of python green. I am eager to see your arrival, and I hope there is a magical cloud to open the top of time. Why don't you come?

4. "I don't know where the wind is blowing."

I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing, but when I go out, I encounter an east wind. Sweep my sad face, and those groggy days have completely turned into darkness. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing. The bright smiling face becomes dim, and yesterday's glory becomes gloomy. Where does the wind come from and where is it going? I don't know from which direction the wind blows, across the snowy mountains and grasslands and across the vast sea.