Xu Zhimo was born on January 15, 1897 in Haining, Zhejiang Province. Formerly known as Zhang Que (章垿), the character 槱森, changed his name to Shima when he studied in Britain, a famous modern poet of the Crescent School in China, an essayist, and a member of the Crescent Poetry Society, advocated the new poetic grammar and made important contributions to the development of new Chinese poetry.
He graduated from Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School in 1915 and studied at Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University. In 1921, he went to England to study, entered the University of Cambridge in London as a special student, studied political economy, and for two years was deeply influenced by Western education and the influence of European and American Romantic and Aesthetic poets, and began to write new poems. In the spring of 1923, he founded the Crescent Society in Beijing out of interest in the new moon, a collection of poems by the Indian poet Tagore. In 1924, together with Hu Shi and Chen Xiying, he founded the weekly "Modern Poetry Review". In March 1928, he founded the monthly magazine "New Moon", and on November 6 of the same year, he wrote "Farewell to Kangqiao". He was killed in a plane crash on November 19, 1931.
Xu Zhimo is a legendary figure, as the most influential poet in the early days of Chinese new poetry, he never gave up the pursuit of ideals in his short life, and his romantic love was almost religious, and to this day, Xu Zhimo's poems and stories are still circulating.
Goodbye Kangqiao
Gently I went,
As I come gently;
I waved softly,
Be the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
The shadows in the waves,
Ripples in my heart.
Green flies on soft mud,
Oil flaunting under the water;
In Zopory on the River Cam,
I'm willing to make a water weed!
A pool under the elm,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed among the floating algae,
Rainbow-like dreams precipitated.
Dreaming of a long pen,
Drift towards the greener grass;
Loaded with a ship of stars,
Sing in the starry sky.
But I can't put on a song,
Quiet is the parting of the sheng zhen;
Summer worms are also silent for me,
Silence is tonight's Bridge!
Quietly I left,
As I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Occasionally
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected in the center of your waves —
You don't have to be surprised,
And there is no need to rejoice --
Disappeared in the blink of an eye.
You and I meet on the sea of darkness,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
Do you remember,
It's best if you forget
The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous!
Sayannala
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The most is the gentleness of the bowed head,
Like a water lotus flower invincible to the shyness of the cool breeze,
Say a word of preciousness, say a word of preciousness,
There was a sweet sorrow in that precious voice——
Sayonara!
Snowflakes of joy
If I were a snowflake,
Dancing in mid-air,
I must have recognized my direction
- Flying, flying, flying,
- There is my direction on this ground.
Don't go to that lonely valley,
Don't go to the miserable foothills,
Don't go to the deserted streets to be sad
- You see, I have my direction!
Flying in mid-air,
Recognizing the quiet dwelling place,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden
- Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums on her!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, stained the hem of her clothes,
Close to her soft heart
- dissolution, dissolution, dissolution,
——Dissolved into her soft heart!
I don't know in which direction the wind is blowing
I don't know the wind
In which direction is it blown —
I was in a dream,
In the light wave of dreams.
Her warmth, my intoxication.
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
Her negativity, my sorrow.
Heartbreak in the sorrow of dreams!
Bleakness is the brilliance of dreams.
You go
You go, I go, we break up here;
Which road do you go on, you can go with confidence,
You see the street lights are lit all the way to the sky,
All you have to do is follow this straight line of light!
You go first, and I stand here looking at you,
Slow down, don't teach the dust to rise,
I want to recognize your distant figure,
Until the distance makes me recognize you as indistinguishable,
Otherwise I'll call your name,
Constantly reminding you that you have me here,
In order to dissolve the desolation of the deserted streets and the late night,
See you go home...
No, I have my own opinion
You don't have to worry about me; you go the way,
I went into this alley, and you looked at the tree,
High against the sky, I walked over to the other side and turned,
Then there was the mess of the wilderness:
There are deep pools, shallow depressions, half-lit stop water,
Like tears in the night;
There are stones, there are cranes with hooks and shins,
Tripping in anticipation of passers-by getting distracted!
But you don't have to worry, I have guts,
The treacherous journey does not chill my heart.
When you're far away, I'll stride forward,
Some of this wilderness is the freshness of the night dew;
Nor do you worry about the clouds, but the wind must move,
The mercury of the sea of clouds is surging with the stars;
Not to mention that it will always shine through my heart;
There is that pearl that never sleeps, I love you!
Wait for the cuckoo to not come under the moon
Look at the silent shadow of the bridge,
Count the ripples of the screw,
I leaned on the moss of the stone railing,
The moss cooled my heart;
Yue'er, you are off school bride shy,
Cover your glorious head with the brocade,
You stayed here last night, too.
Can you listen to her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the toramura temple tower,
Like the light waves of a dream,
Peace of mind about the rising tide of the sea,
A lonely boat that is still drifting!
Sparkling water, night meditation, leisurely thoughts,
Where is the amorous friend I love,
Wind fluttering, willow fluttering, Yu Qian Doudou,
A song that makes people remember the spring.
Shanghai-Hangzhou car
Hurry! Urge!
A roll of smoke, a mountain, a few clouds,
A water, a bridge, a bridge,
A forest of pines, a bush of bamboo, autumn leaves!
Bright fields, bright autumn scenes,
Dream-like differentiation, blurring, fading—
Urge! Is it the wheel or the time?
Urge the old Qiu Rong, urge the old life!
I have a relationship
I have a relationship —
I love the stars of heaven;
I love their crystals:
There is no such strange god in the world.
In the cold twilight of winter,
In the lonely gray morning.
At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm —
There will always be one, ten thousand stars!
Confidant of the little grass and flowers by the mountain stream,
The joy of the children on the tall buildings,
The light of the traveler and the south needle——
Elves that flicker thousands of miles away!
I have a broken soul,
Like a pile of broken crystals,
Scattered in the dry grass of the wilderness—
Sip your momentary hospitality.
The ice excitement and tenderness of life,
I have tasted it, and I have tolerated it;
Sometimes the autumn chant of crickets under the steps,
It hurts my heart and forces me to cry.
I reveal my frank heart,
Dedication to the stars of the day,
Let life be illusory or real
The earth is or is disappearing—
There will always be stars in space!
"Shima's Diary New Edition"
This book systematically organizes and collects the existing diaries of Xu Zhimo, including the manuscripts of "Fuzhong Diary", "Diary of Staying in the United States", and "AiMei Xiaozha" that have never been found before, and on this basis, text proofreading and chronicle collation are the basic materials for the study of Xu Zhimo, which has certain data value and academic value.
The Collected Writings of Xu Zhimo
This book collects more than 10 xu zhimo's essays that have not been officially published so far, including Xu Zhimo's poetry creation, political criticism, and translation, which provide new materials for modern literary research and have certain data value and academic value.
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