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Poetry collections include: "Zhimo's Poems", "A Night in Feilengcui", "Collection of Tigers", "Yunyou" *** IV The collection of essays includes: "Falling Leaves", "The Claws of Paris", "Autopsy", "Autumn" ***Four collections of novels: only "Roulette" Drama: only "Bian Kun Gang" Diary: "Ai Mei Xiaozha" "Zhimo Diary" and other translations of "Mansfield Novels" and so on. His works have been compiled and published as "Collected Works of Xu Zhimo". Xu's poems have fresh words, harmonious rhymes, novel metaphors, rich imagination, beautiful artistic conception, elegant thoughts, and are full of changes. They pursue the neatness and beauty of artistic forms, and have distinctive artistic personalities. They are the representative poets of the Crescent School. His prose is also of its own style and has achieved as much achievement as poetry. Among them, "Autopsy", "Wanting to Fly", "The Cambridge I Know", "Gossips about Living in Feilengcui Mountain", etc. are all famous works handed down from generation to generation.
Goodbye Cambridge
I leave as gently as I came; I wave my hand gently and say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the river are the bride in the setting sun; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud wave slippery in the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed! The pool under the elm shade is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky; crushed among the floating algae, it is precipitated with rainbow-like dreams. Looking for a dream? Take a punt and row upstream to where the grass is greener; Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. but I can't sing, Quietness is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, Silence is tonight's Cambridge! Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came; I waved my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud.
Saya Nala - one of the eighteen songs given to Japanese girls
The most gentle thing is the gentleness of bowing the head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze, saying "treasure" Say "treasure", and there is sweet sadness in that "treasure" - Sayang Nala! Note: Written in May 1924 while accompanying Rabindranath Tagore on his visit to Japan. This is the last poem in the long poem "Eighteen Poems of Sayanara". Sayanara, the Japanese transliteration of "goodbye" has been slightly modified. The happiness of snowflakes If I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in the air, I would definitely know my direction. Flying, flying, flying, there is my direction on this ground. I won't go to the cold and lonely valley, I won't go to the desolate foothills, I won't go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy. Flying, flying, flying, you see, I have my direction! The beauty is flying in the air, identifying the quiet residence, waiting for her to come to visit in the garden. Flying, flying, flying, ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums! At that time, with the lightness of my body, I gently touched the skirt of her clothes, and got close to her gentle waves of mind - melting, melting, melting - melting into her gentle waves of mind!
Accidentally
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the center of your waves - you don't have to be surprised, let alone be happy - and disappear in the blink of an eye. You and I meet on the sea of ????dark night, you have yours, and I have mine, direction; whether you remember it or not, it is best that you forget, the light that shines on each other when we meet! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, wandering in the light waves of the dream. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her tenderness, my intoxication. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory of the dream. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her betrayal, my sadness. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, heartbroken in the sorrow of the dream! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, and the dimness is the glory in the dream.
A Night in Feilengcui
Are you really leaving tomorrow? Then me, then me... you don't have to worry about it, sooner or later that day will come; if you want to remember me, just remember me, otherwise forget that I exist in this world as soon as possible, so as not to worry about time and space, just think of me as a person A dream, a fantasy; just think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday, timidly fluttering in front of the wind, one petal, two petals, falling to the ground, being stepped on, turning into mud... Alas, being stepped on, turning into mud—— After turning into mud and pouring it clean, this half-dead life is called suffering. Looking at the poverty and burden, it makes people look down-- Oh my God! Why did you come, why did you come... I can't forget you. The day you came, it was like the dark future saw light. You are my husband, my love, my benefactor, you taught me what life is, What is love? You wake me up from my coma and repay my innocence.
Without you, how would I know the sky is high and the grass is green? If you touch my heart, it will beat so fast; if you touch my face again, it will be so burnt, but I can’t see it in the darkness of the night; love, I can’t breathe, don’t kiss me; I suffer I can't live like a raging fire. My soul is like wrought iron on fire bricks. Under the hammer of love, smash, smash, sparks fly... I fainted, hold me, love, Just let me die on your chest in this quiet garden with my eyes closed, how beautiful it is! The rustling sound of wind on the white trees above my head can be regarded as my funeral song. This breeze, blowing from the olive grove, carries the fragrance of pomegranate flowers, and takes my soul with it, as well as the passionate and diligent fireflies. Fireflies, they light the way, I will stop when I reach the bridge of the Third Ring Cave, and hear you holding my half-warm body here, calling me sadly, kiss me, shake me, smack me... I will smile and follow the breeze again, let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere. Anyway, to lose this disgusting life, to realize this death in love, this death centered on love, is not better than five hundred Second reincarnation? ...Selfish, I know, but I can't control it... Are you going to die with me? What, if you are not a couple, it is not a complete "love to death". If you want to fly, you need two pairs of wings to work together. When you enter heaven, you have to take care of it. I can't live without you, and you can't live without me. If it's hell, I'll go alone. You are even more worried. You said that hell may not be more civilized than this world (although I don’t believe it). A delicate flower like me can’t guarantee that it won’t be hit by storms or rain. When I call you at that time, you can’t hear clearly. - - Isn't that why I threw myself into the mud pit in search of relief, but that the cold-eyed ghost colluded with the cold-hearted people, laughing at my fate and your cowardly carelessness? This makes sense, but what should I do? Living is difficult. If it is too difficult, you will not be free even if you die. I don’t want you to sacrifice your future for me... Alas! You said you should stay alive and wait for that day! Is there that day? ——Your presence is my confidence; but you have to leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart to leave me? I can't keep you, it's fate; but this flower, without sunlight or nectar, will inevitably have its petals scorched and withered, how pitiful! You can't forget yourself, love, except in your heart, I have no life; yes, I listen to you, I wait, and I have to wait patiently when the iron tree blooms; Love, you will always be a star above my head: If only Unfortunately, if I die, I will become a firefly. In this garden, I will fly darkly next to the grass roots. From dusk to midnight, I will fly from midnight to dawn. I only wish that there are no clouds in the sky. I can see the firefly in the sky. The big unchanging star, that is you. I hope you will shine more light for me, across the night, across the sky, with a little more understanding of love...