Tiger suit

I don't need the vast ocean and sky,

I don't want to put a giant paper owl either.

God plays tricks on the winds in all directions;

I just need a minute.

I just need a little light.

I just want to try,

Crawl like a child

In the window of a dark room

Looking at the immortality on the western horizon.

Sew a little.

Light, one point

Clock.

(1) Less writing time. The publication of newspapers and periodicals is unknown. The answer is supplemented by oriole.

A touch of rosy clouds flew up the tree.

"Look, an oriole!" Some people say.

Tail up, it doesn't make a sound,

Brilliant vision illuminates the dense-

Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm,

Waiting for it to sing, we will wait and see,

Afraid of disturbing it. But once it spreads its wings,

Break through the dense and become colorful clouds;

It's gone, gone, gone-

Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm.

(1) The writing time is unknown. The first issue 1930, February 10, New Moon, Volume 2,No. 12, belongs to Xu Zhimo.

life

Dark, dark, like a snake,

Life has become a tunnel:

Once trapped, you can only move forward,

Grasping the sticky tide of the cold wall with both hands,

Struggling in the devil's guts,

There is not a glimmer of skylight overhead.

This soul, under the oppression of terror,

What do you want to destroy most?

May 29(th)

(1) was written on1May 29, 928, first published on1May 29, 929, New Moon, Volume II, Issue 3, signed by Zhimo.

After the income of poetry collection "Tiger Collection". Answer supplementary damage

one

Sitting late at night:

When the window has round lights,

The wind carries dust in the street.

Running in the alley:

I want to curl up on a bare nib.

A broken tone,

To express my broken thoughts.

two

Sitting late at night:

The sharp night is cool in the window.

Jealous of the waste heat in the house,

Nor forgive my limbs;

But I'm going to draw it with my semi-dry ink

Some broken patterns,

Because broken, broken is my mind.

three

Sitting late at night,

Surrounded by some ugly ghosts:

Burned trees

Yelling along the frozen river,

Compared with the desperate posture,

Just as I want to be in a broken consciousness

Reproduce a broken world.

four

Sitting late at night,

Close your eyes and look back at the clouds in the past;

Ah, she is still Bai Lianhua in Leng Yan.

Leaning against the breeze, ten thousand kinds of exquisiteness;

But I am not sunshine or dew,

I only have difficulty breathing,

Like a group of mice stuck between the rafters.

Chase, pursue darkness and nothingness!

(1) was written in 193 1 March, initially published in 193 1 April, the volume of Modern Students 1 No.6, and was received late.

Turned into a group of tigers. I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

In the light waves of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Her tenderness, my intoxication.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Her ingratitude, my sadness.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Hazy is the light in a dream.

(1) was written in 1928, and was first published in New Moon in March of the same year 10, under the name of Shima. Answer supplement 4, cloud travel

roam about

That day, you wandered in the air,

Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.

On the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth,

Your happiness is unrestrained,

You are more casual on the humble ground.

There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.

When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.

Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.

He clung to deep sadness,

Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;

He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,

Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!

He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,

In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back!

(1) was written in July of 193 1, and was first compiled into Tiger Collection by Shanghai Xinri Bookstore in August of the same year.

The title was changed to the third issue of Poetry Journal on June 5 of the same year 10, and it was signed by Xu Zhimo. The train caught hold of the track.

The train grabbed the railing and ran in the dark;

Over the mountains, over the water, over the graves of the dead;

Song added that the train was running in the dark clutching the tracks:

Over the mountains, over the water, over the graves of the dead;

Crossing the bridge, listening to the wheezing of the steel cow,

Through the wilderness, through the ruined temple;

Across the pond, frogs play drums in the dark water.

No fire in the village passed through the mouth;

There are no passengers getting on or off at the small station with clear ice.

The platform is naked, like a sin.

Then the groan of the car woke up the sky.

Three or two stars, hiding in the clouds and looking around;

What's that for? They want to know,

It was a cold night without rest, noisy and buzzing.

Like a bug, breathing is a flame,

When I died, I ran into the darkness regardless of the danger.

With these two narrow paths, this is a runway.

Carrying this heavy and dreamy weight.

Tired! Those strange and kind people,

I couldn't help worrying, so I gave Juncun's life to it, regardless of their answers.

Whether climbing mountains or low-lying,

Don't ask if there are strange birds cursing in the depths of the forest.

The magnificence of astronomical phenomena all points to destruction;

Just want to stare at it, open my mouth and snore,

When the bus arrives tomorrow, take your wallet and go!

What a nice attitude! Trouble has no bottom;

You and I are in the sky, and we won't rest that day.

Open your eyes and see everything.

But how can I control my life?

Say something about light, wisdom and eternal beauty,

We're in the same boat,

We just need you and me to outlive them,

This thing is a lake anyway.

(1) was founded as the third issue of 193 1 July, 2009 19, with the signature of Zhimo. The original name of this poem

A muddled account is Xu Zhimo's last poem. 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.

(1) The writing time and published newspapers are unknown. The answer complements the inspiration of love-one of the best answers.

At least he started the following lines,

Just like he wrote most of the poems in the past ten years!

Why don't you sit down,

I think it's been a long time.

It's over. It's all over.

Out of this world, ethereal,

I don't know where I am. Seems to have

A lotus-like cloud holds me,

(She has a lotus smile on her face)

Lift it far away. ...

Well, I really don't want to come back,

People say liberation, that may be!

I am like a cloud, a flower.

Pure white, pure white clouds, a little bit

Without weight, the sun supports me,

I am light, a ball of light,

Fly far, fly farther;

What a heavy burden, all the worries,

Kindness, pain and resentment are far away,

It's you.-Please give me some water,

This is an orange, isn't it? It tastes sweet-

It is you! Who are you?

You don't know where to go:

Yes, but only in Guang Xiao.

A green hill, a hairspring,

A subtle halo; Say at most

That's all. You want more.

My cloud can't carry it,

You, you must forgive me, my enemy! ..... The answer is not important, I'm not tired, you let me talk,

I just want you to keep your eyes open, that's all,

Call it pity and sympathy, not love,

Bloom in your tears,

I am intoxicated by their fragrance;

Eventually, I was afraid,

A meeting made me charming,

Please allow me to have you completely,

Just a ring, let your passion,

The sun shines on the first-class stream,

Understand my cold consciousness,

You put your hand on me, like that,

Look at your strength, my weakness,

Please allow me to feel your warmth,

I feel that you are in my blood,

Encourage me to stop for the second time,

Leave an immortal mark:

This is my only and only prayer ...

All right, I'll take another sip. It is delicious.

Thank you very much. Now you listen to me.

But what can I say? Until today,

It was all over,

I just wait for death, for darkness,

I can still see you, snuggle up to you,

Talk like a lover,

Because I can't say that,

Your gentle spring breeze surrounds you,

This is unexpected happiness for me,

I can only thank you. (She closes her eyes. )

Anything is superfluous, because

Words can only explain what can be explained,

The deeper the meaning, the greater the truth.

My friend, you can only be in my eyes,

In the dry tears

Confirm. I am an ordinary person,

I can't expect to be in a sea of people.

It deserves your attention in the blink of an eye.

You are the wind: every spray.

You must feel your own strength,

Inspire change from the heart,

Every blade of grass must also have

Bow your head and follow in your footsteps.

Surprise is manifested in the trembling at the edge;

But who can stop the future of the wind,

He swam across the sea growling,

Liger swept across the fields,

At present, it is infinite, and he

How can I remember to breathe?

A flower in the waves, a petal in the grass?

Distant is the distance between you and me;

Far, too far! If a night butterfly

One day, I must fly out of space,

Turn gray in the flames of the stars

(I often say to myself) Then I may

Hope to be close to your time.

Alas, infatuation, infatuation of women,

You can't believe it, can you? sometimes

I think it's strange myself,

Who gave the knot?

Hit it? Why can't I open it?

The day I first met you,

You shine like a star,

I'm just a point in the crowd,

A pinch of sand, but when I see you,

I felt a strange vibration,

Attacked my life,

Truth is a flower in the wind,

My heart is shaking,

I think my face is on fire,

I feel happy, a miracle.

The light swept before my eyes,

I feel sad again, I want to cry,

Chaos occupied my spiritual building. But I didn't understand at the time,

I don't know if this is a relationship!

"Love", really! Frontiers,

Bad debt, I don't know what it is.

But since then, I have never been safe.

Poisoned, hypnotized,

The chain of teaching life is locked,

I can't hesitate any longer: I love you!

From now on, one of my petals

Thoughts dye you, and when you wake up,

In my dream, I can't hide if I want to.

I looked up and saw you in the blue sky.

I sing, you are in melodious music,

I want to forget, I run away,

Take another road and meet you again!

In vain is the reason for diligence, because

I'm not blind, I'm just crazy.

But I love you. I'm not selfish.

I love you, but I can never be near you.

Love you, but never enjoy you.

Even if you are on my side,

I want to look at you, but you can't.

Know nothing about my secret.

I am not jealous or envious, because

I know you will always be mine,

It can't leave me, just like me.

I can't avoid you, the love of others.

I don't know, and I don't need to know,

Mine is my own creation,

Just like the leaves in the forest are invisible.

Collecting morning glow and sunset glow, I also

I charge you invisibly.

I can. I'm ready to die.

Don't say anything, because I don't have to.

Death, I have seen it.

That day, the knot of love tied me.

My heart, I can see death.

A beautiful and eternal world; Death,

I am willing to devote myself to it, because I despise my body from now on.

Not to mention the prosperity of the world,

I just expect a little longer.

It's time to catch my breath,

The bright stars are my eyes,

My hair, crystal clear,

It is a cloud that covers the sky.

The broad wind is under my arm.

Forechest and eyebrows hovering, waves

Wash my ankles, every one of them.

Arouse the gods!

There will be electric fire to do my thinking.

In the sky, snakes and dragons dance,

Lei Zhen suddenly lost his voice.

Wake up spring, wake up life.

There's nothing to think about, oh, nothing to compare,

The inspiration of love, the power of love!

Just as the rising sun swept away.

The fog of the field, the coming of love.

Nor is it ordinary, humble and

All vulgarity invades the mind,

Its original green Pingyang.

Didn't I say dead? Not afraid,

No more doubt, no more meanness.

This body is like a treasure;

I use my time bravely.

I said, use my time? God, I owe me this for many years!

No friends, leaving home,

I devoted myself to that lonely desert city,

Learn to be an old farmer among the old farmers,

Wearing cloth and sandals,

Mulberry trees are planted green, kapok trees are planted white,

Get up before dawn,

My hands are stirring the mud, and I'm wearing the burning sun.

I'm working and I'm sweating all over.

Enthusiasm to resist fatigue;

But gradually I became interested,

A handful of grass is like a treasure,

Seeing my face in the mud,

Covered with mud, in a frank cloud shadow.

Don't show some shame in front of nature

Is my enjoyment; I love Lin Qiu,

I love the breeze, I love it.

Withered reeds tremble in the late cool,

Half-broken red leaves fall to the ground,

The crow's shadow invades the aperture of the setting sun;

What is even more lovely is the bell of the temple in the distance.

Come out of the hut hand in hand with the kitchen smoke.

Quiet dusk! I finished,

I walked home slowly in the dark.

There are flying insects in the air.

There are stars, and there is light in the heart!

At night, I light candles,

Reflected in the swaying red flame

The only portrait on the wall,

Jesus alone in the wilderness, the answer is supplement (because I have nothing but you.

The one hanging in my heart),

In the dead of night, I knelt down,

Looking at the portrait, praying for yourself,

Sometimes I sing in a low voice,

Give me a warm feeling.

Plumes of smoke rose into the sky.

But who heard it? Who had pity?

You're sitting at the pinnacle of fame,

There are thousands of people clapping for you,

I, accompanied by cold and night,

I was in tears, kneeling alone in front of the bed!

Year after year, year after year,

The new moon sees the circle, and the circle sees the remnant.

The cold geese lined up in words and dispersed.

Light grows on the tree I planted with my own hands,

Also known as a gust of wind blowing into dust.

I began to understand the seasons, the moon and the stars.

The mystery of the night, the power of the sun,

I learned about the earth. It can turn the earth.

A child is cultivated into beautiful magic,

I also know everything about survival,

Reptiles, birds, grass by the river,

Having a villager's life again, I

I also know their simplicity and

Really, I know them all.

Follow each other.

It's pleasure, it's love, I'm not afraid.

Lonely invasion. In these three years,

Although my skin has become rough,

Burn your face, peel it off and carve it.

With both hands and feet, I only feel grateful: because there is a way to illuminate me.

Love, the lamp of the gods, is back.

Poverty gives me energy and gives me a push.

Forward, make me happy.

Greater poverty, more risks.

Are you surprised that I have this ability?

Carelessness is the inspiration of love!

I heard that there was one in ancient times.

Filial piety, she saved her father.

Dare to violate the divine right of the king,

It is pure love that makes me believe. Your "knowing" is my happiness.

I don't have much time,

I can't help being anxious.

I just

Tell me how I studied agriculture. Why?

Go deep into the cave of famine

A struggling hand,

I also said that my spirit is happy.

I don't feel guilty about the stars.

But after all, I am a human being and a weak person.

Soon my body became ill,

The poison of wind and rain is soaked in the slightest,

It has become a craze. My brother

Take me home from blindness,

I'm surprised I didn't die that time,

Maybe it's because there is another evil.

I will suffer on the earth. they

Ask me to get married, I can't hide.

I might resist if I

Love for you is inferior,

But mine is neither time nor space.

I don't care what I can measure.

I changed the minutes and seconds.

Bride, I also became a mother, although

God forbid my blood to stay.

I have been making puppets for many years.

A pile of clay at the mercy of others;

I think of you sometimes, but

The idea is the same as mine.

Mingxia is still a flower in the west,

No, less, not much. meanwhile

Disease, repeated recovery, erosion.

My body, I'm ready to die,

Embrace a beautiful secret,

Bring eternal light to

Infinite gloom. If I had

A mother, I may not be able to bear it.

Don't let her know, but she already knows.

When I die, I am not attached to it; I

Into a rainbow pointing to hope,

Moss on the stone, lush

Drowning their stubbornness; How to supplement the answer when I am about to leave?

Taoran snuggled up, I said, you

Listen, you listen, I said. That's weird.

The gathering and dispersion of this life!

Now I

Really, really can die, I want you.

Hold me like this until I leave,

Until I can't open my eyes,

Until I fly, fly, fly into space,

Dispersed into sand, dispersed into light, dispersed into wind,

Ah, pain, but pain is short-lived,

Is temporary; Happiness is long,

Love is immortal;

I, I want to sleep ...

1completed at 6 pm on February 25th.

(1) was written in 1 930 65438+February 25th, initially published in193165438+1October 20th, Poetry Journal1,and signed by Xu Zhi. Goodbye, Cambridge.

Goodbye, Cambridge;

My heart is full of feelings of parting,

You are my rare confidant. I used to

Say goodbye to my parents in my hometown and go to the Pacific Ocean.

(Counting one autumn and two autumn, it has passed four degrees.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, wanderers were overseas, in America and Europe)

Keywords fuso style, banana situation in Honolulu,

The calm sea expands my mind and spirit,

Now it's all mountains and rivers in the dream.

Gloomy, at the bottom of my spiritual home;

My mother's tears of parting, her weak hands.

Send the color of the towel to the pulsator,

Salty sea breeze, elegant seabird attachment,

This is a treasure in my memory, and every time I

I couldn't help crying when I pressed it, so I thought

Li came home and curled up in his mother's arms again.

Reply to my beloved happiness;

Every time I think about how hard I have worked in my life,

How many sacrifices, just a waste of money,

I have been running for four years, after all, I am learning by name.

On the road of knowledge, I picked several flowers and plants.

On the mountain of truth, climb several peaks,

Have you ever heard Tian Jun's wonderful music, colorful red,

But remember? -But what should I say?

I am proud of the civilization of tall buildings and high-speed cars.

Never erased my soul, today.

I am an antique, with a strong bridge shadow.

You can still meet each other calmly and say goodbye. Goodbye, Cambridge!

You and I met late, but this year,

The anger of my spiritual revolution has been washed away.

On both sides of your charming river, after that

When the wind is clear and the moon is bright, look after me and feel hot.

The old traces of flooding still remain by the grass bridge,

When the swallow returns next year, please remember me with a sigh.

Syllables, silent songs, rotten moire

Cai Xia should reflect my thoughts and feelings.

On this day, I retreated to the poetic heart of the sky.

Praise the evening scenery and early morning in Mu Jing.

Rich tenderness; Listen! A soft bell

Explain the new autumn mood, travelers don't mean anything,

My soul is jumping, and I want to change people's voices.

Shockingly, I love Cambridge,

If a loving mother wants to sleep, hug a gentle kiss slowly;

Cambridge! You will always be my hometown of spiritual attachment!

Although this body is Wan Li, dreams and souls are always around.

Around you, let the Mediterranean wind point to the east,

I will also go back to the west to see the colors;

If my mother asks to make friends overseas after returning home,

I will count Cambridge first, on a warm winter night.

Before wintersweet, carefully distinguish the phase, feeling and taste of this day;

If my star is bright and blessed, I will be rewarded.

Then in the spring season, when you fly to the west,

Come back, pick up the needle and line,

Embroider the flowers of my ideal life and realize it.

Years of fascinating dream footprints,

Fragrant and fragrant, soft and festive, increasing the romantic flow on the river;

So although I don't mean much, my desire is also strong.

Last night, the moon shone on the forest, and I have poured out my heart to it.

The accumulation of hearts, the rain this morning is sad,

Is a bird without joy also a disappointment?

Love, tired vines grow grass, tears pay zero! Cambridge! There is gold in the mountains and stars in the sky.

The wealth of life is empathy, even if

There is no gold in the mountains, and the stars are scattered all over the sky, but sympathy still exists.

Will always be inexhaustible gold in the universe,

Ignorant star; Lenny and Yue Ning.

Environment, and sacred and happy time,

I'm smart. I can only climb and wash.

Miao Ling blooms because of the spring grass and shines because of the sun and the moon.

Listen to natural music and sip ancient and modern immortality.

-literary elite half stronger than your parents;

Climb to the top of the mountain and look back.

The vast brilliance of truth, goodness and beauty has wings.

The lower bound of humanitarian peristalsis is reflected in Langran.

The warp and weft of life are red and gold in the blood,

All efforts to love the Lord and God;

Cambridge! Are you not the source of my life?

You treat me like a treasure, countless; The most unforgettable

Music of Star Phosphorus Dam under Staten Bridge,

Playing and dancing diligently, I often languish in the middle of the night,

Listening to the tired cows chewing food on the black pasture,

Fish jump among the water plants, insects laugh among the water plants, and gently pick silence;

Unforgettable spring night, splashing a sea of pure gold,

Submerged tower bell tower, long wall short.

Thousands of roofs burst, emitting smoke, white waves and green fields.

An unforgettable old tree in Maolin; Juganshang

Wear thin tea green, but teach oblique sunrise,

Put on some rouge and pretend to be coy;

Unforgettable July dusk, the trees in the distance are very quiet,

Like a mountain splashed with ink, lined with soft moth color, the answer is thick and thick, seven points are goose yellow and three points are orange green.

That wonderful meaning can only be captured on the edge of Qiu Meng;

Unforgettable night, poetic birds in the shade of elm trees,

Passionate, teach roses to nod with tears,

The sky is full of stars singing and dancing, and money lives far and near.

Romantic dream soul, deeply obsessed with fragrance;

Unforgettable village girl's blush and white neck;

Unforgettable embroidered screens with weeping willows,

Nana's Calea ②, Shuomei Alumni Mansion;

-But how can I count, in short, here?

Man and nature are in perfect harmony, though as small as an inch of mustard,

There is also a pure spirit: flowing through it,

And this kind of spirit, as the map (3) said.

"Through my blood, my heart" and "Zhen Xun"

The power of correction "; Although I am going back to my hometown,

When he left, he turned and left home;

Cambridge! I can blame you when I hear this in my hometown.

Love, but I have my own rumors to pay for you;

I'm leaving today, and I'll remember the new Myrica rubra next spring.

When I go public, I hope I will come back with a smile.

Goodbye, I love Cambridge.

(1) written in1August, 922 10,1March, 923 12 Shanghai news supplement "the lamp of learning" published, because

Wrong format, rearranged, published on the 25th of the same year, signed by Xu Zhimo; The first book collection was The Poems of Zhimo published by Zhonghua Book Company 1925 in August.

It was deleted when reprinting.

② Clare College, Cambridge University, UK.

③ Translate Wordsworth now.