Xu zhimo's love poems

Xu Zhimo's classic love poems are as follows: I have a love, I have a love; I love the stars in the sky; I love their crystal: there is no such strange god in the world. In the cold winter dusk, in the lonely gray morning. At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm-there will always be a star, 10 thousand stars! The embrace of grass flowers by the mountain stream, the joy of children upstairs, the light of travelers and nanzhen:-a shining elf thousands of miles away! I have a broken soul, like a pile of broken crystals, scattered in the grass in the wilderness-full of your instant hospitality. I have tasted the ice and tenderness of life, and I have endured it; Sometimes the cricket's Qiu Ge falls on the steps, stinging my heart and forcing me to cry. I show my honest mind and dedicate my love to the stars in the daytime, no matter whether life is illusory or reality-there will always be stars in the sky! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am spinning in the light waves of my dream. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her tenderness, my intoxication. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory in my dream. I don't know from which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her ingratitude, my sadness. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream and my heart is broken in the sadness in my dream! I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and darkness is the glory in my dream. Occasionally, I am a cloud in the sky. Occasionally, I am projected in your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappear in an instant. 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 it. There is a lamp shining when we meet! I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus, and I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus. Peeling off the layers of lotus, watching seagulls fly by, holding a sad tear-I miss you, I miss you, Xiaolong! I tasted the lotus pulp and remembered its tenderness:-The unrolled curtain in front of the steps covered the concentric love: I listened to your words again, "It will always be yours, my body and my soul." I have tasted lotus plumule, and my heart is more bitter than lotus plumule; Heart palpitations at night, lingering nightmares. Who knows my pain? You hurt me, dear. How am I supposed to live this life? But I can't blame you. I can't bear to guess that you have changed. My heart softened: you are mine! I still hold you tightly-unless it is the sky-but who can imagine that day? If I were a snowflake, flying in mid-air, I would know my direction-fly, fly, fly-this land has my direction. Don't go to cold valleys, lonely foothills and lonely streets-fly, fly, fly-you see, I have my direction! Juanjuan danced in mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smelled of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt with my light body, close to her gentle heart-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-dissolve into her gentle heart! On the day of the cloud trip, you danced in the air, comfortable and light. You don't want to stay on the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth. Your happiness is unimpeded, and you inadvertently have a first-class river on the humble ground, although your brilliance touched his ethereal spirit when crossing the road, awakened him and embraced your beautiful image. What he holds tightly is a dense sadness, because beauty can't stand still in the scenery; He wants you to fly over Qian Shan and cast a wider shadow of the lake and sea! He is wasting for you, that first-class stream, in the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back! Without Lei Feng, without Lei Feng, Lei Feng collapsed into a large wasteland with many green onions on the top; There are many green onions on it, and Lei Feng can't be seen anymore. Lei Feng has collapsed into a wasteland. Why do you feel sorry for this destruction? There are many abnormal conditions that should not be divided, and there are also many abnormal conditions that should not be divided; Why do you feel sorry for this destruction? Why do you feel: this tower is suppressed and this grave is buried. It is better to suppress it than to bury it! Depression is better than burying happiness. Why do you feel that this tower is depressed and this grave is buried? No more Lei Feng; Lei Feng is buried in people's memory: like a dream, like a pet; Like a dream, a pet, and no Lei Feng; Since then, Lei Feng has been buried in people's memory. Shian Nora is gentle in bowing her head, like a shy hibiscus out of water, saying "treasure" and "treasure", and there is sweet sadness in that treasure-poem Anna La! I am a cloud in the sky by chance. Occasionally it projects into your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappears in a blink of an eye. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting. On the last day, when the spring breeze no longer comes back, when the dead branches are no longer green, there is no light in the sky at that time, only the dark devil breath fills the space where the sun, moon and starlight die; On the day when all standards are overthrown and all values are revalued: all hypocrisy, vanity and vanity are exposed in the spirit of final judgment: * * naked souls crawl before the Lord; I love you. At that time, you and I need not be proud, complain, argue or hide. Your heart, like a snow-white lotus, is beautiful, joyful and beautiful on the green stem of love. Before the Lord, love is the only glory. If I were a snowflake flying in mid-air, I would know my direction-fly, fly, fly, this land has my direction. Don't go to cold valleys, lonely foothills and deserted streets to be disappointed-fly, fly, fly, you see, I have my direction! Juanjuan dancing in the air, recognized the quiet residence, waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plum! At that time, with my light body, Ying Ying, I clung to her skirt and approached her gentle heart-dissolving, dissolving, dissolving into her gentle heart-Shiana La-and bowed my head gently to the Japanese girl, like a shy hibiscus, saying treasure, treasure, there is sweet sadness in that treasure-Shian. "Shi Anna La" 18 I remember the sunrise on the Fusang Sea, which was scattered like gold on the Fusang Sea; I remember the islands in the Fusang Sea, floating in the Fusang Sea like jade-Nora, Shian! When sailing in the light waves, leisurely, I saw a star-shaped fishing boat, like a group of carefree seabirds, relaxing in the twilight waves, Nora, Shian! This is a cemetery; Whose graveyard occupies all the wind, fragrance and clouds in this mountain? What I don't forget most are those beautiful tombstones and inscriptions. There are also Qingshan Songhua in the tomb before death-Nora, Shi 'an! (Kobe Mountain Cemetery) I heard the warbler before the wind broke and watched the eagle harrier pass through the clouds. I read a book by Gu Song and asked: Why are the people in the tomb as leisure as the people in the tomb? -Ennola! (Kobe Mountain Cemetery) Health, joy and madness, I envy you, and you all cheered "Alo Ay" in unison! I am glad that I participated in the flower rain in the whole city, and even butterflies danced, "Arroyo"! Shian, Nora. (Osaka Celebration) Plus the music in my dream-even now-the clogs are crisp, fresh and focused. In some cases, the lights are full of colorful shadows and the lights are full of joy. "Arroyo!" Shian, Nora. (Osaka Celebration) Like the romantic flow between the Three Gorges, Bao Jinchuan has beautiful scenery. Like a boat in a dangerous water drop seen in a canyon-Nora, Shian! (Bao Jinchuan is in a hurry) abandon the dangerous pass and open the clear ripple, where there is the beautiful image of Qingshan; Hold the long pole, stay in the heart of the waves, and watch the leisurely fish in the heart of the waves-Shiana La! (As before) Quiet! Let's stop the paddle and listen to the loud joy in the green forest. Thrushcross or knowledge? Like a drop of perfume, it drips into my thirsty soul-Shia Nora! (ditto) Wuta: Don't laugh at the madness of tourists, boatmen, you enjoy the tranquility of mountains and rivers, have a glass of Sha Ji, friends, get drunk and stop, "Wuta, Wuta"! Shan Ling's voice is not too rude-Annola! (As before) I don't know-I don't need to argue-I read strange lyrics, hissing like an unyielding wave in a cave, like an aging soldier telling the story of his prime, "Uta Uta"! I am full of strange ideas-Shia Nora! That's a cuckoo! She embroidered a ribbon and lingered at the green foot of the castle peak; Ah, Bibo also carries her fragrance, peach-blossom timidity in Bibo-Shi Anna La! But it is not only natural to supply me with deep intoxication, but also charming and natural! I like their uniform color, as bright as a butterfly and as light as a butterfly-Shia Nora! I am a night butterfly in the valley: I take shape in the grass and fly in the dark. I offer beautiful gold powder on my wings. I love Nora, the star of Shian thousands of miles away! I am a drunken flower bee: I am full of fragrance, and I am not afraid of my madness: now, I am humming a ditty on my way home, trying to praise that different flower brew, which I once tasted-Xi Annola! The gentleness of bowing your head is the most, like the shyness of a hibiscus out of water, which is overwhelmed by the cool breeze. Say "treasure" and "treasure", and there is sweet sorrow in that treasure-Shianna La! Farewell, 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 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! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. 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.