"Shayan Nara - For the Japanese Century Woman" The most is the tenderness of that bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that does not overcome the cool wind; say goodbye, say goodbye; there is a honey-sweet sadness in that goodbye - Shayan Nala. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset.
You are a cloud in the sky, occasionally cast in the center of my lake
Occasionally
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected in the center of your waves -
You do not need to be surprised,
More need not rejoice -
The most important thing is that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world.
In a flash, it disappears.
You and I met on the sea of night,
You have your own, I have mine, direction;
You remember or not,
It's better if you forget,
the light that shines from each other at the time of this meeting!
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Xu's poems are fresh in word and phrase, harmonious in rhyme and rhythm, with novel metaphors, rich in imagery, beautiful in mood, ethereal and full of variations, and pursuing the neatness and magnificence of the artistic form.
Xu's poems are fresh, rhythmic and harmonious, rich in imagination, beautiful in mood, flowing in thought, rich in change, and in pursuit of artistic form and neatness and splendor. His prose is also a style of its own, achieved no less than the achievements of poetry, which "self-analysis", "want to fly", "I know of Cambridge", "Mount Vernon gossip" and so on are the world's most famous piece of writing.
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2. Xu Zhimo Love PoemsBy Chance
I am a cloud in the sky
Occasionally projected in the center of your waves
You don't have to be surprised
Much less rejoice
In the twinkling of an eye, the traces are eliminated
You and I met on the sea of the darkness of night
You have your own, and I have my own direction
You have your own, and I have my own.
You have your own, I have my own direction
It's better if you remember
It's better if you forget
The light that shines from each other at this meeting
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The Joy of Snowflakes by Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake
Fluttering in the air
I'd be sure to know where I was going---
I would be able to fly in the air, and I would be able to see the direction of the snowflakes.
Soaring, soaring, soaring,--
I have my direction on this ground
Not to the cold and lonely valleys,
Not to the bleak foothills,
Not to the deserted streets,
Soaring, soaring, soaring,--
You see, I have my direction.
If I were a snowflake,
If I were a snowflake, soaring in mid-air,
I would recognize my direction--<
Dancing in the mid-air,
I recognized the secluded dwelling place,
and waited for her to come and visit me in the garden--
Soaring, soaring, soaring,
Ah, she smelled of the fragrance of vermilion plums!
At that time, by virtue of my lightness,
I dabbled in the lapel of her coat
and got close to the soft waves of her heart
and dissolved, and dissolved, and dissolved,
into the soft waves of her heart!
Shayanara Xu Zhimo
Most of all, it is the tenderness of a bowed head,
just like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not able to withstand the cool wind,
Saying goodbye, saying goodbye,
There is a honey-sweet sadness in that goodbye -
Shayanara!
3. Xu Zhimo's little poem of loveI remember Hu Shi in his article "In Memoriam Zhimo" recorded Zhimo's letter to Liang Qichao, which has this sentence: "I will be in the sea of people to visit my only soul mate; get, I am fortunate; do not have to, my life, and that's all." At the end, there is also a poem from the play "Bian Kun Gang," which he co-wrote with Lu Xiaoman, "By Chance," which is said to be Zhimo's favorite little poem. The full text is as follows: ?
I am a cloud in the sky, ?
Occasionally projected in the center of your waves - ?
You don't have to be surprised, ?
You need not be surprised, and you need not rejoice-- ?
In a flash, it disappears. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the way.
You and I met on the darkness of the sea.
You have your, I have mine, direction.
You have your own, I have mine, direction.
It's good that you remember.
It's better if you forget.
In the light of this rendezvous! The first is the one that is not.
Zhimo is a cloud, floating past his wife, Zhang Youyi, love Lin Weiyin, lover Lu Xiaoman. Lin Weiyin is also, a lifetime of Liang Sicheng, Xu Zhimo, Jin Yuelin. Liang Sicheng and Lu Xiaoman later had another love. Only Zhang Youyi and Jin Yuelin had an undying love. Jin Yuelin is more for that fruitless love, lifelong loneliness.
4. What are the classic love poems of Xu ZhimoXu Zhimo's classic love poems are as follows: I have a love affair I have a love affair; -- I love the stars in the sky; I love their glitter: there is no such thing as a different god on earth.
In the cold winter dusk, in the lonely gray morning. On the sea, on the mountain tops after the storm - there is always a star, a million stars! The heart of a grassy flower by a mountain stream, the joy of a child on a high building, the light of a traveler's lamp and a south needle: - a twinkling spirit ten thousand miles away! I have a broken soul, like a heap of broken crystals, scattered in the withered grass of the wilderness - sipping at your instantaneous solicitude.
I have tasted and tolerated the ice and tenderness of life; and sometimes the autumnal chorus of the crickets under the masonry has aroused my heart, and forced me to tears. I have bared my frank breast, and loved the stars of the day, and let life be as it may, or as it may not, the earth in or out, and the stars in the great sky! I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, in the light waves of a dream.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, her warmth, my enchantment.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, and the sweetness is the glory of the dream.
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am 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 heartbreak! I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing - I am in a dream, dim is the light in the dream.
By chance, I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the center of your waves - you do not need to be surprised, not to mention joy - in the twinkling of an eye eliminated the trace. You and I met on the night sea, you have your, I have my direction; you remember or better yet, you forget, there is this mutual light at the time of meeting! I've come to the Yangzi River to buy a lotus seedling, I've come to the Yangzi River to buy a lotus seedling, I've peeled off the layers of the seedling, I've watched the gulls fly in front of my eyes, and I've held back a tear of sadness-- I'm thinking of you, I'm thinking of you, Ah Xiao Long! I tasted the flesh of the lotus, and recalled the warmth of the past: - the heavy curtains in front of the steps, which were not rolled up, covered the concentric love: and I listened to your promise, "Forever yours, my body and my soul."
I taste the heart of the lotus, and my heart is more bitter than the heart of the lotus; I am bewildered in the long night, and I can't break out of the nightmare, who knows my pain? You have harmed me, love, how can I live this life? But I can't blame you, I can't bear to guess you've changed, my heart is only tender: you are mine! I'll still hold you close, unless the world turns upside down, but who can imagine that day? The Joy of Snowflakes If I were a snowflake, fluttering in the air, I'd know where I was going - flying, flying, flying, - there's a direction for me on the ground. I won't go to the cold and lonely valleys, or to the bleak foothills, or to the deserted streets to feel sorry for myself! Flying in the air, I recognize the secluded place, waiting for her to come and visit me in the garden-- Fly, fly, fly, fly-- Ah, she has the fragrance of the vermilion plum! At that time, with my lightness, I dabbled in her lapel, close to her soft heart--dissolving, dissolving, dissolving--dissolving into her soft heart!
It is a dense sorrow that he holds tight, for beauty cannot stand still in scenery; he wants it, and you have flown over a thousand hills to cast your shadow on a wider lake and sea! He is wasting away for you, that stream of water, in impotent hope that you will fly back! Why are you lamenting the destruction of time? The world is full of perverts who don't deserve to be part of it, and the world is full of perverts who don't deserve to be part of it; why do you lament the destruction of this time and space that you deserve to be part of it? Why lament: this tower is suppression, this grave is burial, suppression is better than burial! The repression is not as good as the burial, why do you feel: this tower is repression, this grave is burial.
There is no more Leifeng; Leifeng has been buried in people's memories since then: like the once-visionary dream, once-loved pet; like the once-visionary dream, once-loved pet; like the once-visionary dream, once-loved pet, there is no more Leifeng; Leifeng has been buried in people's memories since then. Shayanara The most is the tenderness of a bowed head, like a water lotus flower does not win the shyness of the cool wind, to say goodbye, to say goodbye, that a goodbye in the honey-sweet sorrow - Shayanara.
5. Xu Zhimo's love of small poemsI remember Hu Shi in his article "Mourning Zhimo" recorded Zhimo's letter to Liang Qichao, which has this sentence: "I will be in the sea of people to visit my only soul mate; get, I am fortunate; do not have to, my life, and that's all."
At the end, there is also a poem from the play Bian Kungang, which he co-wrote with Lu Xiaoman, "By Chance", which is said to be Zhimo's favorite little poem. The full text is as follows: ? I am a cloud in the sky, ? I am a cloud in the sky, ? Occasionally projected in the center of your waves- ? You don't have to be surprised, ? And you don't need to rejoice-- ? In a split second, I'm gone.
? You and I met on the dark sea, ? You have your, I have my, direction. ? It's better that you remember, ? ? It's better if you forget, ? ? In this rendezvous with each other's light. ? ? Zhimo is a cloud, drifting past his wife Zhang Youyi, love Lin Weiyin, lover Lu Xiaoman.
Lin Weiyin is also, a lifetime of Liang Sicheng, Xu Zhimo, Jin Yuelin. Liang Sicheng and Lu Xiaoman later had another love.
Only Zhang Youyi and Jin Yuelin, this love is undying. Jin Yuelin is more for that fruitless love, lifelong loneliness.
6. Xu Zhimo classic love poemsInspiration of love - one of the Fengshi Xu Zhimo may not be a problem, you first sit down, this burst is not light, I think it is already finished, has been the whole out of this world, remote, I do not know where to go.
As if there is a lotus-like cloud embracing me, (her face floating lotus-like smile) embraced to the far away place to ...... alas, I really do not want to come back, people say relief, that is perhaps it! I am like a cloud, a pure white, pure white cloud, no weight at all, the sunshine embraces me, I am the light, a ball of lightness, flying to a faraway place, flying to a farther place; what kind of burdens, all the worries, the kindness, the pain, the grievance, all are far away, it's you--please give me a mouthful of water, it's an orange, it's so sweet in my mouth. --It is thou, who art thou to me! I know not where you are: there is but a hair of green hills in the dawn light, a wisp of silk, a cataract of subtle halo; to say the most is nothing more than this, you want more than my cloud can carry, you, you have to forgive, my wrongdoer! I'm not tired, I'm not tired, you let me say, I just want you to open your eyes, just like this, called pity and sympathy, do not say love, in your tears bloomed flowers, I am intoxicated with their fragrance; in you and me in this last, I am afraid, a meeting, allow me to put a little love, allow me to completely occupy you, just this sound, let your passion, like the sunshine on the Let your passion, like the sunlight shining in a stream, penetrate my cold consciousness, your hand holding my, just like this, you see your robustness, my decline, allow me to feel your warmth, feel you flow in my blood, encourage my heart will be the next time to stop, leaving an immortal mark: this is my only, the only prayers ...... well, I take another sip, beautiful, thank you. Now you listen to me.
But what do I say, to this day, all things have come to an end, I only wait for death, wait for the darkness, I can still see you, snuggle up to you, really like a lover to talk, because I am not enough to say that, your tenderness spring-like around, which in me is an unexpected happiness, I have only to be thankful, (she closed her eyes.) What words are superfluous, because words can only explain what can be explained, the deeper meaning, the greater truth, friend, you can only be recognized in my eyes, in the eyes of dry tears and wounds.
I am an ordinary person, I can not hope in the sea of people worthy of your attention in a turn of the eye. You are the winds of heaven: every wave must feel your power, stirring change from its heart, and every blade of grass must bow down at your trail, and express amazement at the quivering of the edge; but who can stop the wind's advance, as he sweeps across the sea, making a roar, sweeping the fields like a lion and a tiger, and the present is a meditative infinity, and how can he remember to have breathed in the wave's flower, the grass's petal? Distance is the distance between you and me; far, too far! If a night butterfly one day has to be able to fly out of the sky, in the flames of the star to turn gray (I often think to myself) then I may have hope to approach your time.
Alas, infatuation, women are infatuated, you can not believe it? Sometimes I myself feel really strange, the heart of the prison knot is who gave on the knot? I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person. That day I looked at you for the first time, you shine like a star, I am just a point in the crowd, a handful of sand, but once I looked at you, I felt a strange vibration, violently attacked all of my life, it is like a flower in the wind, my heart shook like a dizziness, my face felt a burst of fire, I feel happy, a God's light swept in front of my eyes, and I feel sad, I want to cry, strife occupies my spiritual house. But I did not understand a thing at the time, not knowing that this was falling into love! "Falling in love," truly! A former love, a sinful debt, I know not what it is. But from then on I had no peace, I was poisoned, I was hypnotized, I was chained to my destiny, I could no longer hesitate: I love you! From now on, my thoughts are tainted with you, in the waking, in the dream, want to hide can not hide, I look up, blue sky there you, I open the mouth to sing, the melodious in the you, I want to forget, I run to the distance, another walk, and ran into you! In vain is sensible attentiveness, because I'm not blind, I'm just obsessed.
But I love you, I am not selfish. Love you, but never get close to you.
Love you, but never enjoy you. Even if you come to me, I may look to you, but you can not be the slightest bit aware of my secret.
I am not jealous, not envious, because I know you will always be mine, it can not be separated from me just as I can not hide from you, the love of others I do not know, and do not need to know, my own is my own creation, just as that forest leaves in the invisible collection of morning and evening haze, I also in the invisible collection of your. I can, I am prepared, to death without showing a word, because I do not have to.
Death, I was long looked at. That day the knot of love tied on my heart, I looked at death, that beautiful eternal world; death, I willingly cast, because it is the birth of light and freedom.
From then on I despised my body, not to mention the glory of this world, I only hoped for a more extended time to shelter my breath, the brilliant stars to be my eyes, my hair, that crystalline, is strewn in the sky outside the clouds, the great winds in my armpits chest brow circling, the waves rinsed my shins and ankles, and every agitation gushed out the glorious gods! And then there is electric fire to do my thoughts the heavens switch up the serpent and dragon's dance, the thunder shook my voice, suddenly woke up the spring, woke up the life. There is no thought, no comparison, the inspiration, the power of love! Just as the rising sun's mighty prongs sweeping the field of fog, the advent of love is not allowed to ordinary, frivolous and all the vulgarity of the mind, it that original green and cool Pingyang.
I do not say death? I am not afraid, no longer have doubts, no longer begrudge this body as a captive; I am brave with my time. With my time, I say? My God, how many years have I lost! Friendless, and deserted from my native land, I cast myself into that lonely desert city, and learned to be an old farmer among the old farmers, in a big cloth, with straw shoes on my feet, planting green mulberries, and white cottonwoods, and rising before the day was light, with my hands stirring the mud, and my head in the heat of the sun, I did my work, and was drenched with perspiration, and with a heart of ardor to ward off the toil and the weariness; but by and by I found it amusing to gather up a handful of grass as if it had been a precious treasure, and to light up my face in the muddy water, and paint it in mud, and not show some of it before the shadows of the frank clouds. confessed cloud-shadow without showing some shame! Nature is my enjoyment; I love the autumn woods, I love the blowing of the evening wind, I love the trembling of the withered reeds in the evening cool, the half-crippled red leaves fluttering to the ground, the shadows of the crows intruding into the circle of light of the slanting sun; lovelier still are the bells of the distant temples interlocking with the smoke of the village houses * * * do the quiet twilight! I do.
7. Xu Zhimo Love PoemFarewell to Kangqiao --- Gently I go, just as I gently come; I gently beckon, to bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willows along the river are the brides of the setting sun, and the colorful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Seeking a dream? I'm leaving quietly, just as I came quietly; I'll wave my sleeve without taking away a single cloud.
The joy of snowflakes --- If I were a snowflake, fluttering in mid-air, I would recognize my direction --- flying, flying, flying, --- there is a direction for me on the ground. Flying in the air, I recognize the secluded place, waiting for her to come and visit me in the garden-- Fly, fly, fly, fly-- Ah, she has the fragrance of the vermilion plum! And then, with my lightness, I dabbled in her lapel, and drew near to her soft heart-- Dissolved, dissolved, dissolved-- Dissolved into her soft heart! It's a cowardly world-- it's a cowardly world: there's no room for love, no room for love! Spread your hair, bare your feet, follow me, my love, forsake the world, and martyr our love! I'll take thy hand, love, and thou wilt go with me; Let thorns pierce our feet, and hailstones break our heads, Thou wilt go with me, and I'll take thy hand, And out of the cage, and restore our liberty! Follow me, my love! The earth has fallen at our backs, and behold, is it not a white sea? White sea, white sea, boundless freedom, I'm with you and in love! Follow my finger, and see the star of blue on the edge of the sky, an island of grass, flowers, beautiful beasts and birds, and get into this swift boat, and go to the ideal heaven, to love, to rejoice, to be free, to leave this earth for ever! - Farewell to earth, forever! I taste the flesh of the lotus, recalling the warmth of the past: - the unrolled curtains in front of the steps, covering the concentricity of the love: I listen to your promise, "Forever yours, my body, my soul."
I taste the lotus heart, my heart is more bitter than the lotus heart; I am bewildered in the long night, I can not break the nightmare, who knows my pain? You have harmed me, love, how can I live this life? But I can't blame you, I can't bear to guess that you've changed, my heart is only tender: ④ You are mine! I'll still hold you tightly-- ⑤ Unless the sky turns over-- ⑥ But who can imagine that day? ⑦ ①This poem was first published on September 9, 1925, in Shima's Diary - Ai Mei Xiao Zha (愛眉小札). The poem was first published in Zhimo's Diary: A Little Journal of Love and Eyebrows on September 9, 1925, and was published with the word "dragon" as "red".
③ diary "concentric" for "soul".
⑤ There is no ":" here in the diary.
⑤ "--" in the diary is ";" ⑥ "--" in the diary is ";" ⑥ "--" in the diary is "--" for "--". -" for ",". ⑦ In the diary, this sentence reads, "But I can't imagine that day!" At the end of the diary, it is signed: "September 4 on the Shanghai-Nanjing Road".
The pipa in the middle of the night in the alley --- it woke me up again from my sleep, the pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sad thoughts, whose fingers, like a bleak wind, like a miserable rain, like a falling flower, in the depths of the night, in the drowsiness of sleep, picking the tight strings, playing the Gong Shang and Jiao Wei, and in the middle of the night, in the deserted street, with the broken moon hanging at the top of the willows, ah, the half broken moon, like the broken hope of the man, who, with a blooming cap on his head, and chains on his body, jumped madly and laughed madly on the road of the light of day, and said, "Blow it out! When he's finished, he says, "Blow out your lights, she's waiting on the other side of the grave, waiting for you to kiss her. (1) Written in May 1926, first published in Morning Post Supplement - Poetry, No. 8, May 20 of the same year, signed by Zhimo, Sea Rhyme --- "Woman, single woman, why do you stay on this dusky shore? -- Go home, woman, go home, woman!" "Nay; go home, I will not, I love the evening wind:"-- On the beach, in the twilight, there's a scented wench-- Wandering, wandering. Woman, woman, woman, why dost thou wander on this cold sea? Woman, go home, woman!" "Nay; hear me sing, sea, I sing, and thou shalt harmonize:"-- Under the starlight, in the cool wind, The maiden's voice is softly swaying-- High, low.
Three "ladies, bold ladies! There's a black curtain over the sky, and a storm of evil in this moment-- Girl, go home, girl!" "Nay; see me dance in the air, Like a gull without a wave:"- In the night, on the sand, Whirled a slender figure- Hither, hither. "Listen to the fury of the sea, and go home, woman! Look at the beastly waves, go home, girl, go home, girl!" "Nay; the waves will not swallow me, I love the sea's lurch!" In the tide, in the light of the waves, Ah, a flustered maiden in the sea-foam, Wasting, wasting.
V. "Where, girl, where, girl? Where is your loud voice? Where is thy fair form? Where, O brave wench?" The night has swallowed up the stars, and there is no more light on this beach; the tide has swallowed up the sand, and there is no more girl on the beach, - no more girl! This poem was published on August 17, 1925, in the Morning Post - Literary Lent.
It is a dense sorrow that he clings to, for beauty cannot be stilled in scenery; he wants it, and you have flown over a thousand hills.
8. What are the classic love poems of Xu ZhimoXu Zhimo's classic love poems
Kangqiao, goodbye
My heart is full of the emotion of parting,
You are my rare confidant, I left my parents at home and boarded the Pacific Ocean,
(counting one fall and two autumns, four times
spring and autumn.
The winds of Fusang, the bananas of Honolulu, the flat waves of the sea, the spirit of my heart and mind,
are now mountains and rivers of dreams,
elusive and indistinct, in the bottom of my spirit house;
The tearstains of my mother's farewells, the scarf of her weak hands,
to the ships that send her beloved children away,
the salt of the sea winds, the smell of the sea.
The salty taste of the sea breeze and the elegance of the seabird's attachment
are the treasures of my memory, and every time I
press it, I can't help but feel sad and tearful, and I want to
return home to my mother's embrace, and
return to the happiness of my heavenly love;
Every time I think about how many journeys I have made in my life, and how many sacrifices I have made, they are all just in vain.
The most important thing is that my mother's heart is not in the right place, and she has no idea what she is doing, and I don't know what to say.
I have been running around for four years, calling myself a scholar, and after all
I have picked a few stems of flowers on the path of knowledge,
I have climbed a few peaks in the mountain of truth,
Have I ever heard the wonderful music of Juntendo, and have I ever heard it, in colorful red,
and can I still remember it?
But how can I answer?
But I am pleased with the civilization of high buildings and fast cars,
I have never smeared my mind, and today
I can still see each other with an open heart and a sympathetic goodbye to the ancient style of the old, the shadow of the bridge and the dense,
.
In the spring breeze no longer come back that year,
In the withered branches no longer green stripes of that day,
That time the sky is no longer light,
Only the black demonic atmosphere filled with the
The sun, the moon, the starlight dead space;
In the standard of all the overthrow of the day,
In all the value of the revaluation of the time,
I have to do a lot of things, but I do not know what to do.
Exposed to the Spirit of the Last Judgment:
All hypocrisy and vanity and emptiness:
Naked souls prostrate themselves before the Lord;
I love, that time when you and I need not be open,
Nor voice, nor discernment, nor concealment,
Your heart and mine, as a snow-white lotus,
In the greenness of love, we will be the same. >
On love's green stalks, it stands out, and rejoices, and is bright,
And in the Lord's presence, love is the only glory.
I would have preferred to become a falling leaf,
and let the wind and rain beat me everywhere;
or a stray cloud,
in the blue sky,
and the earth no longer have some connection.
But hold on to that sign of sadness,
To meet the disappointment of no place;
In the twilight, the night shift, tiptoeing away,
All empty, no more tenderness;
Forgetting that there was a world, a world of you;
Mourning for who was in love;
Falling like a flower,
Forgetting to go. The emotions in these tears.
On that day nothing will remain,
Less than a flash of light, less than a breath of wind,
And you will forget that I,
Have ever lived in this world.
I wait for you.
I look at the yellow of the outdoors,
as if I were looking at the future,
and my heart blinds me to what I hear.
Why don't you come?
I want you, I want you so much that my heart aches,
I want you to smile like a flame,
I want you to be flexible,
I want you to have flying stars in the corners of your eyes,
I'm stuck in a mesmerizing atmosphere,
like an island,
in the green ocean waves, involuntarily floating in the sink. ......
In order to move a woman's heart!
What I want to win, what I can win, is at most
a drop of her tear
a pang of her heart,
half a sneer of indifference;
but I am willing, even if
the news of my powdered body reaches her heart as much as it does a
stubborn stone, and she looks upon me as
a crypt in a cave, and I have no idea what I am doing.
A rat in the crypt, a worm
And still I am willing!