Creation time:1924 65438+February 30th.
Author: Xu Zhimo
Type of work: poetry
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly (Yang), fly (Yang), fly (Yang),-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly (Yang), fly (Yang), fly (Yang),-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly (Yang), fly (Yang), fly (Yang),-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!