Xu zhimo's short poems
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky,
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is 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,
Don't take away a cloud.
Step 2 "Build a wall"
You and I can't profane this word,
Don't forget your oath before God.
Not only do I want your tenderest love,
Wrapped in my heart forever like a banana coat;
I hope your love is as strong as steel,
Build a wall in this flowing life;
Let the autumn wind blow away all the yellow leaves in the garden,
Love the freedom in the wall!
3. "Shanghai-Hangzhou car"
Hurry! Come on, come on!
When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A water, a bridge, a car accident,
A forest pine tree, a bunch of bamboo, red leaves are:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear, vague and hidden as a dream,-
Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
4. Incomplete poems
Who do you blame? Who do you blame? Is this thunder in the blue sky?
Close, lock;
Dust on the tiles until tomorrow!
Don't look at the smooth white stone steps until tomorrow, alas,
Grass grows in cracks,
The pine trees on the stone are full of berries!
There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch. It's really phoenix tail.
But who else will change water,
Who will feed the grass? Feed the grass?
Three or five days ago, be sure to turn your eyes to your white belly.
Don't die floating,
Let the ice decompose!
The most pitiful are those Ying Ge people with red mouths and green hair.
Let the queen teach you well and sing along with the flute.
Pampered, fed late,
Just swearing,
Now, you're in charge!
There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ……
5. "Shihu Hutong No.7"
Our little garden sometimes ripples with infinite tenderness:
Xiao Teng Niang, naked and pregnant with groups of persimmon palms,
A hundred-foot pagoda tree leaned over and hugged Tang Gu in the breeze.
The yellow dog is by the fence, waiting for his little friend Pearl, who is sleeping.
Little sparrow's new romantic proposal sings endlessly-
Our small garden sometimes ripples with infinite tenderness.
Our small garden sometimes paints a vague dream;
The vastness of rain and the shadow of the courtyard interweave into silence and gloom.
The little frog sat alone on his brilliant chest, listening to the singing of earthworms in the next yard.
Endless rain clouds, wearily scattered on the top of the old locust tree,
Dance in a circle before sweeping the eaves. Is it a bat or a dragonfly?
Our small garden sometimes depicts a vague dream.
Our small garden sometimes sighs helplessly;
However, in the rainstorm, countless bright reds were smashed by the rain hammer.
But in the new autumn, the green leaves that have not withered sadly leave the tree.
However, in the middle of the night, the moon went home by cloud boat, and the western wall had passed.
The music in the distant alley was blown by the cold wind-
Our little garden sometimes groans helplessly.
Our small garden is sometimes immersed in happiness;
At dusk after the rain, the courtyard is full of beautiful shade, fragrance and cool wind.
A large number of cockroaches, with huge bottles in their hands, squatted into the sky.
One Jin, two Jin, the bottom of the cup is drunk, full of wine, and the face is red with wine.
In Julian's laughter, there was a fairy-like wine Weng floating around-
Our small garden is sometimes immersed in happiness.
6. Night of Cold Jade
You really left, tomorrow? Then I, then I, ...
You don't have to worry, sooner or later;
If you want to remember me, remember me,
Otherwise, forget the world before it's too late.
With me, I don't have to think about time and space.
Think of it as a dream, a fantasy;
Think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday.
Timid and pitying in front of the wind, a fluttering,
Two petals, fall to the ground, step on them and turn into mud. ...
Alas, people step on it and turn it into mud-it's clean when it turns into mud.
This half-dead man is suffering,
Looking at an attic, heavy and tearful-
Oh, my God, why did you come? Why did you come? ...
I can't forget you, the day you came,
As if the dark future is bright,
You are my husband, my lover, my benefactor,
You taught me what life is and what love is.
You woke me up in a coma and cleared me.
How do I know the sky is high and the grass is green without you?
Touch my heart, how fast it beats;
Touch my face again, how burnt it is, thank you for the night.
Invisible; Love, I can't breathe,
Stop kissing me; I can't stand this kind of intense work,
My soul is like a burning brick these days.
Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, hits, hits and sparks.
Scattered ... I'm dizzy, hold me tight,
Love, let me stay in this quiet garden,
How beautiful it is to die on your chest with your eyes closed!
The wind rustled in the white tree overhead,
This is my funeral song, this breeze,
Blowing from the olive grove, with pomegranate flowers,
Take my soul away, firefly,
Affectionate and dedicated fireflies, with their light,
I stopped when I got to the bridge with the third ring hole.
Look, you're holding my half-hot body,
Call me, kiss me, shake me, suck me, ...
I will smile and follow the breeze,
Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,
Anyway, lose this disgusting life and experience this death.
In love, the death of this love center is not as good as.
500 reincarnations? ..... selfish, I know,
But I don't care ... will you die with me?
Why, it's not a complete "love to death" without a pair,
If you want to fly, you must fight with two pairs of wings.
It's different to take care of when you go to heaven,
I can't live without you and you can't live without me;
If it's hell, you won't be at ease if I go alone.
You said that hell might be more civilized than this world.
Although I don't believe that a delicate flower like me,
There is no guarantee that there will be no more storms.
You can't hear me clearly when I call you.
That's not asking for liberation, but throwing it into the mud,
On the contrary, cold-eyed ghosts colluded with hard-hearted people.
Laugh at my fate and your cowardice and carelessness?
That's right. What should I do?
It's hard to live, it's too hard, and you can't get rid of it when you die.
I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me.
Alas! You said you'd better live and wait for that day!
Is there that day? -You are my confidence;
But you must leave at dawn. Do you really have the heart?
Leave without me? I can't keep you, it is fate;
But this flower, without sun and dew soaking,
If you don't die, you will inevitably fall out. What a pity!
You can't forget me, dear, except in your heart,
I have no life; Yes, I listen to you, I wait,
I have to wait patiently when Cycas bloom;
Love, you will always be a star above my head;
If I die unfortunately, I will become a firefly.
In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying in the dark,
Dusk flies to midnight, midnight flies to dawn,
I just hope there are no clouds in the sky, and I can see the sky.
The unchanging big star in the sky is you,
I hope you can shine more light for me at night,
Through the day, through the heart of love ...
7. The last day
In the year when the spring breeze no longer came back,
When the dead branches are no longer green,
At that time, there was no light in the sky.
Only the dark devil smells.
The dead space of the sun, moon and starlight;
On the day when all standards are overturned,
When revaluing all values:
Exposed to the power of final judgment
All hypocrisy and vanity and vanity:
Naked souls fall before the Lord; ——
I love it, then you and I don't have to be proud anymore,
There is no need to complain, argue or hide.
Your heart and mine are like snow-white ice love,
On the green stem of love, you are beautiful, happy and beautiful.
Before God, love is the only glory.
8. "Changzhou Tianning Temple smells music"
Like a fire in the lovely sunshine, lying in a long-stemmed, messy bush.
On the grass, listening to the first sound of partridges in early summer, ringing straight into the clouds from the horizon, from
Clouds echoed on the horizon again;
Just like in the desert on a moonlit night, the gentle fingers of the moonlight are touching gently.
Heat-damaged gravel looks like goose down in soft and smooth tropical air.
Listen to the camel bells coming from afar, light and light,
Near, near, far ...
As in the desolate valley, the bold evening star shines alone.
The sun died in the universe, and the weeds and wild trees prayed silently. Listen to one
A blind man, holding a child in his hand, knocked on the fortune-telling gong in the dark.
The heavy world echoed with:
Just like on the rocks in the sea, the waves beat their wings like tigers.
The sky is overcast, listening to the wind blowing from the sea that scares Na Wei.
Violence, low voice, soft voice, repent of all its sins;
It's like jumping on the top of the Himalayas, listening to the wind outside and chasing the clouds outside.
The hurried footsteps echoed in countless discerning valleys;
It's like listening to empty laughter, disappointment and pain on the back of the life stage.
Screaming, killing and lascivious revelry, singing of world-weariness and suicide.
Sound, playing together on the stage of life;
I listened to the ceremony of Tianning Temple!
Where did this god come from? There is no such realm in the world!
This drum, this clock, this stone, this wooden fish and the name of this Buddha. ...
The music echoed slowly and long in the hall, and there were countless conflicts.
The integration of waves and currents has purified countless opposing colors and achieved countless secular heights.
Low elimination ...
This name, a clock, a drum, a wooden fish, a stone, harmony.
The turntable is in the universe-untie the dust for a short time and wrap it up.
Countless centuries of cause and effect;
Where is this great harmony-the glory in the Xinghai and the voice of the world?
Lai, the torrent of real life: stopped all movements and all disturbances;
At the end of heaven and earth, in the rafters of gold paint, in the brow of the Buddha statue, in
In my sleeve, beside my ears and temples, in my official sense, in my heart, in my dreams.
Yes, ...
In the dream, this glance shows that the sky is blue, the water is white, the grass is green and the mother is warm.
Soft-hearted, is it home? Is it home?
Bright wings and feathers fly to infinity!
Joy flowing from the great circle, in greatness, solemnity and silence,
Endless, harmonious and quiet!
Praise, Nirvana! Yes, Nirvana!