"I wave my sleeve, not taking away a single cloud."
"What I promised you, I have never taken back, only that, from now on, there is no place for it to be stored!"
"I will use my life's energy to pursue my true love, get it, my fortune; not, my life!"
"Most of all, the tenderness of that bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that does not overcome the cold wind, say goodbye, say goodbye, there is honey-sweet sorrow in that voice. Shayanrana."
"Life is a journey, don't have to care about the destination, care about the scenery along the way and the mood to see the scenery."
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the center of your waves - you don't have to marvel, much less rejoice - and in a split second wipe out the trail.
To Xu Zhimo
That day, you went away gently. You rode the wind and flew quietly to the depths of the pale clouds.
From then on, people on the ground can no longer see your spring-like smile, can no longer taste your pure as the spring of truth, and can no longer feel your flame-like love.
From then on, you no longer look at the moon in the bleak mountains, you are no longer in the direction of the wind in the search for dreams, you are no longer in the darkness of the night in the darkness of the burial of hope, you no longer in the silence to listen to the sound of their own heart petal by petal fading.
Gently you went away on that day.
You really turned into a cloud, drifting to freedom, drifting to peace, drifting to no trace.
You really turned into a star, sailing to the night, sailing to the light, sailing to the eternity.
I don't understand, is fate catching you, or you catching fate.
Are you a moth? The whole of the life of the cohesion and enthusiasm, just for that a brilliant flame. You are a snowflake? Full of the expectations of the past and present life, just to melt in a warm palm.
Did you shed tears?
In this land full of grass, you should not be a white flower; in this beach full of sand, you should not be a grain of crystal pearl; in this night sky full of stars, you should not be a round of bright moon.
Yes, you are silly. This cowardly mediocrity of the earth, can not save the rainbow like the beautiful dream. The world is not a place for crystal ideals.
Yes, you should not be fooled. The pure and beautiful love is like the reflection of the golden willow in the sunset of the Kham River, which can never be grasped in the palm of your hand.
But, but why do my tears well up from the softest part of my heart.
Without saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky, you went away, you went away quietly.
You are like a brilliant shooting star, a moment to cut through the dull sky; you are like a boat, with graceful and submerged to make the ripples of the ghostly water become vivid; you are like a nightingale, with singing and sadness to cover the comfort of countless lonely hearts.
You, the real poet. You wrote a poignant poem with your heart, your love, and your short life.
Decades later, to the grassy grave, I silently guessed your eyes, your smile.
Did you sleep peacefully? Did you do as you wished, a piece of watercress in the Kang River? Do you know that the sky is still the original sky, the pine forest is still the old pine forest, but the world has been different, as if the sea has become a mulberry field, and the mulberry field has no more rainbow-like dreams, no more grass flowers with dew, no more people like you as stupid.
I tilted my head and looked at the sky with my moist eyes. In the sky, there is a cloud that is floating leisurely, is that you?
That must be you, because I heard a voice: "I will be in a sea of people looking for my only soul mate, get it, I am lucky; not, I life. That's all."
Xu Zhimo - a dancing butterfly
Ice Xin said, Xu Zhimo is a butterfly, not a bee. Yes, Zhimo is a butterfly.
In the world of poetry, he is a butterfly that is as light and airy and clean as jade. He danced the same light and airy lines of poetry with a graceful dance. The lightly waved sleeve is the most beautiful picture of parting on earth, has been fixed in every tender soul; that "a bowed head of tenderness, like a water lotus flower does not win the shyness of the cool wind", is a dancer with a delicate sentiment he captured the world of the moment of the shadow of the pearl, which is still tender with the eyes of the parting. The happy snowflakes that would rather "dissolve, dissolve, dissolve/dissolve into her soft wave-like heart" is his chanting of love with the dance of going to the fire. The modern poetry world this big flower, because of the dance of Zhimo and more colorful.
Zhimo is a dancing butterfly, is a dancing butterfly burning in love. He burned himself with his fiery poems, and also burned Lin Huiyin. The text is as beautiful as a cage of smoke and haze, the appearance of the world's stunning Huiyin feel his fire like love, and also with the warmth of the fire to meet, so that they are intoxicated in the April days on earth. However, in the end, Huiyin was afraid that her life would be consumed by love, and chose to escape, a painful escape. Huiyin left the passionate Zhimo and chose the practical Liang Sicheng. Such a choice, for Zhimo, perhaps as he said, "Gained, I am fortunate, lost, my life. So what is it for Huiyin? Perhaps it should also be fate. If she and Zhimo together, the Chinese poetry world will be one more poet, but, the history of architecture will lose a brilliant page!
Zhimo in Lu Xiaoman, is also a burning butterfly. If he is in Huiyin, the dance is poignant, he is in Xiaoman dance heavy. When love is mixed into firewood and rice, had the same fire-like passion Xiaoman tired. Xiao Man moved to another person, Xiao Man decadence. However, Zhimo still with his burning life force to save Xiaoman in the fire. In order to Xiaoman, he bounced around Beijing and Shanghai, will be in both places to send the money earned by the university to Xiaoman spend, but, Xiaoman is not very cherish it ah. Zhimo so, did not abandon Xiaoman and go, is for Xiaoman's body, but also because of Xiaoman's former favor. Zhimo said, if Xiaoman can advance, which does not bow, which contains how much love and pity and deplorable! Yes, if Xiaoman is really progressive, China will be more poets, will be one more painter. However, Xiaoman does not cherish that they have to depart from the world of struggle to get the happiness, even let the beautiful love, the flower of life quickly withered, how pathetic!
Zhimo said: "Quietly is the parting of the pith, summer insects are silent for me, silence is tonight's Kangqiao." Yes, when Zhimo in the love of the road dance tired, really quietly left, to silence farewell to 34 years of love and hate of the red dust, without a word of farewell, only that a loud bang for him to send off.
A butterfly, life is short. Although it did not harvest sweet as a bee, but sipped the manna of the earth, and left the world a beautiful dance, Zhimo will be so. I think he should be satisfied with what he has.
Lin Huiyin's heart Xu Zhimo
June 10 is Lin Huiyin's birthday, which reminds me of her youth and Xu Zhimo's emotions, after reading her relevant writings, so that I deepen the understanding of Xu Zhimo and full of praise for Xu Zhimo's love. This blog post is written in honor of Lin Huiyin, while remembering Xu Zhimo in her heart.
Zhimo gone, originally wanted to stay alive to see the greater deeds, but still reluctantly gone. With the endless thoughts of Lin Huiyin, with the desire to listen to that architectural aesthetics speech to the end of life. His life came and went in a hurry, just like the famous Russian poet Pushkin's premature death, the same poetry, the same martyrdom to love. A genius poet in the world as well as all the steps of life may be fixed, may be the mystery, but we can not say anything more, and we do not know the heavens at the time of Zhimo's life and death to give him what kind of a hint, we are just over and over again meditation Zhimo said before the trip, "the plane is very stable, if something happens that's my Fate." However, the truth was so suddenly, unbelievably, and cruelly placed in front of us. Not even give us a little preview, a little preparation, a little room for hope, he suddenly broke out of this world, sink into the eternal silence.
Death is often not a misfortune for the dead, but a real misfortune for the living. This news is like a pinprick poking in the heart of Lin Huiyin, she did not believe that everything in front of her will be the arrangement of fate, because Zhimo is to come to participate in her architectural speeches and was killed in the air. A never-before-seen despondency made her grieve, and she felt for the first time the fragility of human strength and limited wisdom shown in front of the struggle with fate. Otherwise such a close to the heart, close to the reason, amiable, graceful, with great sympathy for people why would say go, she was in sorrow in the conviction that Zhimo is with a child-like romantic naiveté, with that beautiful poetic faith into a new journey. He was going to the distant sky to see the rainbow after the rain, or to the vast cosmic space to observe the starry night, but also most likely in the galaxy in space to study and understand Einstein's theory of relativity. Perhaps there is art, music, mathematics and many other destinies, including these in his life is very interested in the things to accompany him, but for Lin Huiyin the most embarrassing than this eternal silence, as well as dim and bitter without a little bit of light thinking about his days.
Always smiling and amiable Zhimo did go, we lost more than a friend, a poet, we lost is the world whether in China or foreign countries are not lightly have a few rare and lovely personality. Zhimo's life is very frank, very sympathetic, whether it is to understand or not understand his friends, or once excluded from the abuse of their own people, as long as he knew the existence of emotions, he can be sensible to show a few points of sympathy, he believes that all kinds of human emotional action has its own different values amplified human vision, sympathy should not be confined to the scope of the scope of our delimitation. Everything that came over proved him right, while on the other hand his own life was seldom sympathized with. Although the contribution of Zhimo in the poetry world is evident ****, but in the interest of life, moral integrity has been accused from time to time, it is bewildering that a big poet in the last century around the 1930s, after receiving the double education of Eastern and Western culture, willing to risk the social wrong to fight for his freedom of love which in addition to showing extraordinary courage and vigor, but also Zhimo personality gathered embodiment. What could be wrong with him? It is a pity that people do not understand and do not sympathize. In fact, Zhimo is more serious than us, his love for Lin Huiyin's obsessive pursuit of piety to silly, to obsessive! And the importance of his own views, and Lin Huiyin *** with the literary hobbies, *** with the art of the same emotions make him out of the ordinary principles, and strive to break free from the shackles of feudal marriage, seeking freedom of marriage. This is Zhimo, only Zhimo can make this so-called "against the Chinese people now for the morality of man" thing to. In fact, what he did was a breakthrough to the Eastern feudal concept of marriage, but also an attempt to the modern concept of new marriage. Although in the emotional repeatedly not people's sympathy, but his infatuation has not changed the essence of the stretch than we live are more enthusiastic, more naive, than we have more faith in all things, including the spirit, people, the spirit, nature, art!
After more than half a century of wind and rain, Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo's emotional aura is more glamorous than any other era, because Xu Zhimo is the representative of the genius poets of the era, and Lin Huiyin is called "China's first female genius" of the strange woman by Hu Shi. If the literature and architecture as a whole of Lin Huiyin's life, then the loss of Xu Zhimo is undoubtedly the loss of her literary half, so in this sense, Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo's feelings are far beyond the atmosphere of love and friendship, but a higher level of a tacit understanding.
Zhimo's departure is the eternal pain in the heart of Lin Huiyin, in order to permanent remembrance, Lin Huiyin wrote "Mourning Zhimo" this piece of immortal prose, this is Lin Huiyin's feelings for Xu Zhimo flow of the most realistic portrayal, but also the most brilliant piece of work of her life, full of love and admiration for Xu Zhimo, very full of images to summarize Xu Zhimo's life, so that we can see the section of the living history and A real Xu Zhimo, the charm of his great personality is described to the fullest extent in Lin Huiyin's writing. I admire Lin Huiyin's talent, admire her career, and believe in her eyesight, and I love Xu Zhimo in her heart!
Xu Zhimo, deep in the dust, a sad blues
Xu Zhimo is considered tragic, the cause of its tragedy is mostly believed to be from his untimely death.
The end of life is undoubtedly the greatest misfortune, a romantic poet, in the air at the end of his short but extremely legendary life, which is different from the final demise, but also so shocking, so surging in the many years later, is still a deep impact in the people's hearts.
But I think, his tragedy, not because he was only thirty-five years old life, I even think, in the plane hit the ground smoke and light stirred up that, he will issue a salute to life. Although, in his romantic boundless thoughts, there may be too much can not put down the attachment.
Xu Zhimo as a poet, as a scholar who traveled to Europe, y affected by the humanitarian trend in the West. Humanitarianism seems to have become a sharp sword for him to gallop through the north and south of China, and to traverse the years of his youth. He was a perfect combination of idealism and romanticism, aestheticism and humanism. He caters to the poet's mind that is naturally full of spirituality, fantasy, aestheticism and romance.
This is also an important reason why the early youthful Xu Zhimo was so warm and passionate. At this time the poet's poem is bright, hot, full of battle cry. As he wrote in "In Search of a Star", "I rushed into this dark, dim night in search of a star; in search of a star, I rushed into this dark wilderness ...... this time the heavens revealed a crystal-like light!" In the 1920s, when humanitarianism was emerging in the West, humanity and humanism were gradually recovering in China, and when the new culture of the May Fourth Movement advocated democracy, freedom and liberation of human nature, Xu Zhimo was no longer satisfied with the new culture of democracy and liberation of human nature. At this time, Xu Zhimo was no longer satisfied with his studies at Peking University, and then turned to Europe and America. At this time, the poet was harboring a great ideal of "saving the country", "raising the country", "new people" and "establishing the people". Ideal, at this time Xu Zhimo can be described as passionate, "lively and romantic, witty and funny." His poetic style is romantic and beautiful, gorgeous and exaggerated, that spreads out the statements like waterfalls and springs, the strong feelings, people can not resist.
In 1921, at the age of 16, Lin Huiyin, who was as beautiful as a flower, met Xu Zhimo in the romantic Cambridge. This wonderful pen, talent through, pure as snow, beautiful as a bright moon in the flowers of the pure love of the girl, lit the poet's life in the most bright and sunny most brilliant desire and ideal fire. Lin Huiyin's beautiful face, fluttering like cherry blossoms flying talent, in line with the poet's definition of the most perfect and rounded love. Lin Huiyin undoubtedly seems to be a fairy sister descending to earth in such a stunning and thrilling posture in the poet's twenty-four-year-old youth. A only romantic is to seek the perfectionism of the poet, can no longer refuse the internal and external cultivation of the beautiful pure love of the girl's irresistible charm.
He fell into the boundless love net, like a prisoner trapped in the love net, can not be extricated. Although the poet already had his first wife, Zhang Youyi, and Lin Zi also had a life can not be left behind is also the ultimate man she hand in hand, Xu Zhimo teacher Liang Qichao's son, Liang Siqi.
The wind and snow of the exotic love affair, the achievement of the history of literature, an indelible classic, they eventually the end of the world apart, no chance to hold hands of the end, but also the achievement of Xu Zhimo life until the last bell ringing moment of life can not be relieved of the great sorrow and great sadness.
Although, later Xu Zhimo, Lu Xiaoman love crazy and suffocated, love to the end of the mountain, but I have always thought that in the poet's short romantic legend and full of tragedy in his life, there is only one woman is his favorite, is his whole life to treasure with all his heart to take care of, to reminisce, to the pain and sadness of the past, that is, Linzi.
Eventually stranded in the soft waves of the Kang River love, is the poet's life can not release the pain. The poet's almost irrational love for Lu Xiaoman is precisely the truest portrayal of his blood-drenched love for Lin Zi, which he transfers to Lu Xiaoman. Instead of saying that his love for Lin Zi, moistened with his heart's blood and tears, was written for Lu Xiaoman, I would like to think that it was written for the woman of his dreams, Lin Huiyin.
The fragmented love directly affected Xu Zhimo's mood and style of creation, and he experienced a shift from the passionate spirit of the May Fourth Movement to a love of love, a weakening of the social significance of his earlier creations, and a loss of the spirit of vigor and enterprise that exuded a more melancholic mood.
In 1922, after Lin Zi returned to China and was ordered to marry Liang Siqi, Xu Zhimo, who had suffered from the pain of longing and had been wounded by love, also ended his career as an overseas student.
In his amorous but gray years, another woman Lu Xiaoman like a fire in winter, scorching the heart of the holes.
He wrote in his love letter to Lu Xiaoman: "Even if brow you one day (forgive me for the impossible conception) heart changed kind, stopped loving me, that is my heart is like a lotus planted full of holes, and all my hot blood flow away from these holes - ", and in the next letter he writes: "But what I want to know most of all, O Brow, is whether I am your 'complete necessity,' whether I can give you something that no second person in the world can give you, whether in my love for you you have received the most complete fulfillment of your life, most regretless fulfillment of your life?" Poet that kind of fiery love jumped off the page, calling out, today read still let a person's heart pounding, there is a kind of strong heartbeat can not be stifled.
I can not say that at this time Xu Zhimo is not in love with Lu Xiaoman, Lu Xiaoman flamboyant temperament can be y impressed by the poet that romanticism, but I am more inclined to think that Lu Xiaoman at this time more is to fill the Lin Zi gone Xu Zhimo inside the unfathomable sadness and loneliness.
The deeper the love manifests itself, the more painful the injury, who can understand the poet's heart that loves and hurts but still bleeds like water? Who can understand that only a woman has been y occupying the softest corner of the poet's heart from the beginning to the end, tenaciously spreading the hopelessness of love into a lifetime of blood-colored mountains and rivers?
When the passion of love gradually faded, when Xu Zhimo's illusion of love about Lin Zi's various consolations such as a rainbow in the sky after the wind and rain in the gorgeous but ultimately no trace, when Lu Xiaoman, the angel of the past, finally turned his back on the poet's love, like the sun dripping blood, and fell in love with someone else, coupled with the humanitarian ideals of the Chinese practice of the road blocked at that time, and at that time the Chinese revolution was at a low ebb, a heart of the world, but also a beautiful and sentimental, and a woman who has been y occupied with the softest corners of the heart of a woman. The world, but also beautiful and sentimental poet, the ideal of the edifice crashed to the ground, depending on the love of the poet as life can no longer withstand such a heavy blow. The poet's thoughts and emotions have tended to decadence. In his poem, he writes: "Why is this everywhere haggard, it is not easy to live these days! It is not easy to live these days!" He wrote in the poem "Remnant of Spring", "The wind and rain outside the window report the fate of the remnant of spring, the death knell-like sound drones in the darkness of the night, the flowers in the vase of your life have changed, the gaudy corpses, who will give the coffins?" Poet about the love of the broken and despair from the "I do not know the wind is blowing in which direction" can be seen: "I do not know the wind, is blowing in which direction, I was in a dream, her negative heart, my sadness. I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing, I am in a dream, in the sadness of the dream my heart is broken! I know not in which direction the wind, is blowing, I am in a dream, and gloom is the light of the dream." The poet's helplessness, wandering and sadness are expressed through the form of one song and three sighs.
Therefore, I insist that when Xu Zhimo's poetry changed from passion to melancholy and even decadence, he reached a peak in poetic expression, and he pushed the Crescent Moon School of Poetry, which he single-handedly created, to a new height, which had a profound influence on the poetry of later generations.
One morning in 1931, at the age of 35, Xu Zhimo said goodbye to Lu Xiaoman, and in order to make a living, in order to be able to earn enough money to cover Lu's opium-smoking and lavish living expenses, he had to go to answer Hu Shih's invitation to teach at Peking University.
It was a cold winter, the ice age of that season is as long as the ice age of the poet's mind. That morning has a light sunshine, that morning there are plum blossoms quietly bloom, romantic and beautiful inner but incomparably sad Xu Zhimo, looking out of the porthole Liao broad sky, at this moment he is remembering what, is once let his soul trembling Linzi? Or is it the wife's eyebrow that is now backing out of love and backing out of him?
The only thing he wanted in life was beauty, so why did he get his hands on a garment that was gorgeous on the outside, but as light as a dusty dream?
When the last song of life in the flash of lightning, the poet is a painful groan, or a happy salute?
I seem to hear the poet singing: "When I die, my dear, don't sing sad songs for me; I don't need to put roses on my grave, and I don't need to be shaded by cypresses; let the grass that covers me be green, and dripping with rain and dewdrops; remember me if you will, and if you will, forget me. / I shall never again see the green shade of the ground, or feel the sweetness of the rain; or hear the nightingale's voice pouring out its woe in the darkness of the night; and be perplexed in the long dusky twilight, when the sun does not rise, nor fade away from the cataracts; and I may, perhaps, I remember you, and I may, perhaps, I may forget."
My dear poet, my romantic and beautifully sad poet, did you fall in tears when you sang such a poem, and tonight, when I read such sad verses again, my eyes grew moist, and I had a blur in front of my screen.
I can't sleep tonight, I'm reading your romantic verses, and I'm thinking of your thrilling but blood-soaked love.
Outside the window is a deathly silence, inside the house is a sad blues.
My dear poet, in the deepest depths of the dust, in my lonely watch in the early hours of the morning, you are coming from that distant winter, like a blues slowly flowing by.
Bluesy, melancholic, romantic, but through time and space beautifully and unceasingly echoed.
"Most of all, the tenderness of that bowed head, like a water lotus flower does not win the shyness of the cool wind, say goodbye, say goodbye, there is sweet sorrow in that goodbye--"
Approaching Xu Zhimo
Autumn morning, from the The balcony, the far side of the verdant stone road floated past a light green, a closer look, was a young woman walking past, that fine, light figure, as if the lotus leaves in the calm lake suddenly stopped standing on the water dragonflies. I can't help but think of the popular poem: "The most is the tenderness of that bowed head, like a water lotus flower can't win the shyness of the cool wind, say goodbye, say goodbye, there is a honey-sweet sorrow in that goodbye."
I admire him, not only his poetry, but also his unrestrained temperament, that sentiment, by no means by chance, but the free release of the depths of the soul, he is romantic, the understanding of life is very special, like to receive his romance and loneliness in the text, admire his to the heart of the nature, this really for the realization of their own ideals of the struggler, with all their years are beyond the world, he is not only talented The first is a new one, which is a new one, and the second is a new one.
His whole life was in pursuit of: "love, freedom, beauty," he, born for poetry, and lived for love! In the twenties and thirties in China, had a cozy swim in the sea of poetry, wrote the most beautiful poetry in modern China, read his poetry, only to appreciate the true meaning of the birth of words, that profound, wise, ethereal poetry overwhelmed me, make me stay back and forth.
In fact, the most fascinating is his love, love and freedom of faith is destined to have a tragic life. When he was young, he struggled in the marriage of matchmakers, and then encountered a bittersweet love, a woman named Lin Huiyin met him in the foreign country of England, the real love came, and he was crazy about love, but it is a pity that she is not a returnee, just a passer-by, a walker who let him be haunted by his soul for the rest of his life. They just have a wonderful April day on earth legend! The sentimental poet wrote down the famous verse, "You and I meet on the sea of darkness, you have your, I have my direction, you remember or not, it is better that you forget, in this rendezvous is the mutual light," the transcendental woman then murmured, "Recognize this luscious life from the death of grace, this fluttering way is also a This is the footnote of their love, this poignant love exudes a strange light, has been shining in the last moment of his life.
At the age of twenty-eight, the second love occurred, his lover is the Beijing celebrity Lu Xiaoman, which is later called Xiaomei, at that time, she has been a woman, this is a shocking love, the crusade of the world's morality so that they have no place to hide, and then the two hands hold each other to face the storm and write down the declaration of love, "love, you follow me to follow me, and listen to the thorns of our feet heart piercing, and listen to the hailstorms And hear the thorns pierce our feet, And hear the hailstones split our heads, Thou goest with me, and I'll take thy hand, And escape from the cage, and restore our freedom." For once, the sensual poet transcends himself, and fate fulfills love.
But a person with a keen sense of life will be doomed to be unfortunate, that little eyebrow is not like the pure beauty of his heart, and will not cater to his taste of the literati, and so the love has become entangled, has become hate, he was sad about this, confused, but persuaded himself that "I will be a sea of people in the defense of the search for my only soul mate, to get, I'm fortunate; not to be, my life; That's all." This is his explanation of his destiny.
At the age of thirty-six, he went to listen to Lin Huiyin's lectures, the plane accident in Jinan and died, it should be Lin's song: "Linglong life from the death of grace, this fluctuation of the journey is a beautiful beautiful dream," he dreamed like a silent and go!
"Quietly I left, just as I quietly come, I wave my sleeve, do not take away a piece of cloud," this is (Farewell Kangqiao) in the heirloom famous line. He really didn't take anything away, and left all on the earth, his literature and love, loneliness and confusion, he abandoned the red dust and annoyance, and flew to the place that can give him love and freedom. Mr. Hu Shi said: "his life is a symbol of love, love is his religion, his God," this is the romantic crescent poet Xu Zhimo, a truly for their own living through the people, with unprecedented pure humanistic beliefs annotated the course of his life, his beautiful Kangqiao is the ultimate in romance and talent. He, the achievement of the world of poetry and love of the classics!