Byron's poetry

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Keats is an English poet. He was born in poverty and worked as an assistant to a pharmacist.

Died of lung disease.

There is a john keats's Song of the Nightingale in the poem, which is as magical as the nightingale among birds. Unless you hear it yourself.

Yes, you can't easily believe that there is a crazy bird in the Woods. It starts singing at night and pours out its wonderful music in the dark.

She sings stronger and stronger, often singing until dawn, and even her real efforts are spit out from her blood vessels with the song; Unless you personally

Chew slowly, you can't believe it. One day after breakfast, a 23-year-old young man was sitting under a plum tree.

In less than three hours, I wrote a Long song with eight paragraphs and eighty lines. The music of this song is as difficult to understand as the singing of a nightingale.

It is also a miracle of the universe. Even if the British empire breaks into unrecognizable pieces one day, the nightingale's song will depend on it.

The old keeps its unparalleled value: the stars thousands of miles away are always on, and the nightingale in the forest will come to sing, Keats.

The song of the nightingale will always exist in human memory.

Keats lived in Wentworth Square in London that year. London a hundred years ago is very different from Yingjing today.

At that time, the pollution of "civilization" was not deep, so Hua thorn Hua Shi (2) stood on the bridge of Weishi Meiji, and he could rest assured.

Eulogize London in the early morning and the blessing of breathing "smoke-free air". Looking out, you can still see "fields and small"

Mountains, rocks and wilderness have been displayed on the horizon. "At that time, I guess, it must be uncivilized and closed.

Human feelings, love nature, so you can hear larks all over the sky during the day and the beautiful music of nightingale at night. If Keats was a hundred years late,

He was born in 1860 and lived in London, where the nightingale disappeared. His other works dare not say this nightingale song, at least not.

Will succeed and give mankind endless enjoyment. Speaking of which, it's really sad. In our south, historical sites are not only works of art,

Don't go to a lonely Leifeng Tower on the West Lake again. The documents of Leifeng Tower haven't met for thousands of years, and the documents of Leifeng Tower

Yingying has said goodbye to Bo Xin! Perhaps our spirituality is made of hemp skin and sawdust, otherwise this era is generally bitter.

The sound of pain and trouble is not the most inspiring natural music; But where is our Keats? Our "night"

Where is Ying Ge? Keats once said to himself, "I feel the flowers are growing."

I mean "I think I have flowers on me", which means that when he thinks about flowers, his book

The body becomes a flower, hidden in the grass, shining in the sun and spreading invisibly in the breeze.

Shame and dizziness under the brisk tone of bees and butterflies. This is the purest realm of imagination: the Monkey King can be seventy-two, poet.

The power of change is infinite-in Shakespeare's plays, there are at least 100 people, male or female, who live forever.

Not only did he transform himself into a beautiful, expensive, cheap, great, humble, serious and funny one.

Keats and Shelley are most harmonious with the transformation of nature; -When Shelley filmed Yun Ge, we didn't know Shelley had changed.

It is the cloud that has changed; When Shelley sang the west wind, he didn't know whether it was the singer or the west wind. I didn't know when I sang lark.

Is the poet singing outside the cloud nine, or the lark calling in the lyrics; The same Keats chanted "Melancholy" and "Odom Mi"

Elancholy ",he turned himself into a melancholy noumenon," suddenly falling from the sky like a crying cloud "; He praised

When it is "autumn" and "autumn", he himself is the growing nucleolus in the center of the leaf hanging under the leaf.

Or quietly suppress the rosy autumn sunshine in the rice fields! In this way, if Zhao closes the door, go to the underground school.

When the horse story is credible, then our artists will fall into a rude and stupid "country flavor"!

(1) Wentworth, namely Wentworth village. Actually, this is Keats' girlfriend Fanny Brauner.

When Keats wrote Ode to a Nightingale, his home was in Ted, Hampus. He moved to Italy a month before he went to recuperate.

Here you are.

(2) Hua Zibi, translated as Wordsworth (1770-1850), is an English poet and a representative of Hunan poets.

(3) Taocheng, Zhejiang dialect, means "remnant".

④ Zhao Songxue, namely Zhao Mengfu (1254— 1322), was a painter and calligrapher in Yuan Dynasty. His calligraphy is called "Zhao Ti", and he is a painter.

Water, figures, pommel horses, especially good at drawing horses.

His Song of the Nightingale was written in the year when one of his brothers died. According to his friend Robert Ha, he is a famous portrait painter.

Ydon① (1) wrote a letter to Miss Mitford② (2), saying that he had written a draft before writing it down. One night, the two of them

Keats recited to him in a low voice while walking on the grass-"... in a low, trembling voice.

Ch has a great influence on me. ③

(1) Robert Hayden, Robert Hayden translation (1786-1846), a British painter and writer.

(2) Miss mitford, translated by Miss mitford (1787— 1855), a British female writer.

This English sentence means: "... that deep and trembling song deeply infected me."

It happened that year-according to Lord Horton in Keats' biography, a shadow appeared near his house one night.

English who sings tirelessly every night is very happy and always listens carefully. He has been listening to his heartache and driving him away from his side.

I copied a set of fairy songs in my mouth. We should remember Keats, who was in Italy at the age of 25, in the arms of one of his friends.

He vomited blood and died, just like his nightingale!

1)① Lord Horton, translated by Sir Leighton, an English poet (1809-1855), published Keats' books.

Letters and legacies.

Being able to fully appreciate a poem or a play is a kind of spiritual happiness and an unexpected discovery. this is not

An easy thing; It is difficult to fully understand a person's personality, and it is not easy to fully understand a small poem. My Jane

I want to say that half depends on your fate. I'm a little superstitious. As far as I am concerned, literature is not my profession, but mine.

Limited literary knowledge is "self-taught". One day, walter pater was caught in a heavy rain on the road.

An old bookstore to avoid accidental discovery, and Goethe (Goethe)-more strange-is Sun Qijun (3).

(R.L.S) introduced it to me. In the book The Art of Writing, he praised George Henry.

Ylewes (5) Gade's story; Ordinary people can buy a gold book for one dollar.

It was in the bathroom that latour suddenly thought of visiting him. Shelley also carefully asked him for a divorce, Du.

, Tuyevsky ⑦, Tolstoy, Shannon Wu Xue ⑧, Paul T ⑨, Lu Sao, these people also have their own.

Law, anyway, is not an authentic introduction: it is a chance meeting, not a date. This time I went to Pingdu University to teach by accident.

Yes, it was accidental that I taught Keats the Song of the Nightingale, and even now I am writing this essay, which is even more unexpected.

Here we are. My friend Luan ⑾ repeatedly asked me to write it to arouse my interest, and I was happy to write it, because I was surprised to read my words.

Many people not only vowed to read the nightingale's song, but also gained a way to taste the most advanced literature.

Then I'm proud.

(1) Peide, translated by Pater (1839-1894), a British poet and critic, is the author of A Study of Renaissance History.

Wait a minute.

(2) Goethe, German poet Goethe (1749-1832), author of Faust and Boredom of Young Werther.

Angry "and so on.

(3) Stevenson, translated by Stevenson (1850-1894), is a British writer.

④ The art of writing, namely "the art of writing".

⑤ George Henry Lewis, translated by American philosopher George Henry Lewis (1817-1878),

Literary critics, actors and editors.

⑥Everyman edition, a popular version of books.

⑦ Dostoevsky, translated by Dostoevsky (1821-1881), is a Russian writer and the author of Kara.

Brothers Matsov, etc.

(8) Shannon Wu Xue, translated by Gabriele Dannunzio (1863-1938), an Italian writer.

Pet-name ruby bautler, translated from baudelaire (1821-1867), a French poet.

Attend Pingdu University, which is a civilian university.

⑾ You Luan, namely Zhang Youluan (1904-1989), is a writer and translator. At that time, he was editing the supplement of Beijing Daily.

Literary weekly.

But what can I say? In class, there is a way to talk about new words and allusions, but now

Now it's a real problem for me to sit down and divide this poem into several paragraphs and explain its meaning! Appreciate art and have a look.

Like mountain scenery, as long as you stand properly, you can absorb the spirit of panorama at a glance; I hope you are "visionary"

Look, not nearsighted; If you can't see a tree until you hold it, then even if you don't hesitate to look at it one by one.

Come on, you still can't see the whole forest in Jingzi. Therefore, the analysis of art is more or less a spoiler: it is correct on the whole.

So I don't want to talk about nightingale songs now, and I dare not say that I can have any opinions! I didn't! I just

The attitude of telling books in class is as follows: as for the overall understanding, it is up to you. I am

Can't help it.

You've never heard of the nightingale. First of all, this is a difficult point. I wonder if there is Beijing. Next time, Mr. Xiao Youmei's voice.

If the concert has Bede Huafen's sixth Qin Fangnan (2), you can.

In order to listen, there is a nightingale singing in it. We can only agree to listen to music-natural or artificial-

Sometimes it fascinates us: for example, you walk alone at the foot of the mountain at night, listening to the clear flute and flying far away.

Even if you don't cry, you are a little "fascinated", aren't you? Or listening to spring music in the mountains can also make you forget the common scenery and think.

Like a god. We assume that the nightingale sings better than any bird we listen to during the day; At first he looked like Gong Yunfu,

She tried to sing her new song very slowly in a hoarse voice; The last meal, started, there is a song. But it's not urgent, it's just crisp and pleasant,

Like a jade plate (metaphor has nothing to do with it)! Slowly, she moved her emotions, as if she suddenly remembered something.

He was so excited that he was so angry that he really sang. His voice is brighter and brighter, his tone is more and more novel, and his mood is more and more intense.

Warm, lasting appeal is deeper and longer, like infinite joy, like gorgeous resentment, and like the sadness of tone sandhi-straight.

The person who sings so that you are listening can't help being excited with her and accompanying her heartbeat. You can't wait to sing with her, only you.

My voice is too thick and muddy to get together! This is the nightingale; This is the nightingale Keats has heard of. It should be quiet at night.

The power of sound is particularly strong, not to mention the incredible music of the nightingale.

① Xiao (1884— 1940), a music educator, was then the head of the music department of Beijing Normal University.

(2) the Bedouin sixth "Qin Fangnan", namely Beethoven's sixth symphony. "Qin Fangnan" is English.

Transliteration of the word Symphony.

③ Gong Yunfu (1862— 1932), a Peking Opera actor, is good at Lao Dan Opera. The following "she" refers to his role identity.

ok； You must first imagine that your own music teacher is drunk, weak and itchy.

Yes, I can't tell you how comfortable it is. My eyes are too lazy to hang up. My heart is full of ointment.

Feelings, distant memories, sweet melancholy, flashing hope and smiling mood are all on the platform-again.

Come-"In the deep, ironwood forest" (1)-Open Keats' Song of the Nightingale, that's right.

Come on!

This English sentence means "a deep and trembling song".

This is not the time to talk while awake; This is a semi-dreamy whisper: the oppression in my heart is too heavy.

Whisper-We translated what he meant in prose:-

(1) "This singer, who sings such a wonderful song, is by no means an ordinary bird; She must be a forest.

The beautiful goddess in the park will fly if she has wings. She is so happy, listening to the night alone in the Woods, through the clothes rack,

In the shady forest, she sang freely and praised the beautiful scenery in early summer. I'm here to hear her sing.

Many times, she still sings wantonly; Ah, I'm really fascinated by her singing. I dare not envy her clarity.

Fu, but I hypnotized her with infinite happiness. It's like I took a dose of anesthetic or drank a dose of opium juice.

Why else are you so sleepy, feeling a little tired and paralyzed, and too fast?

Being alive, this pleasure is too sharp, which makes my heart ache! "

(2) "You are still singing tirelessly-I heard the most delicious wine in your singing. Ah,

How happy it is to drink a cup of aged grapes! That kind of grape grows in the warm south, in places like Prudence.

There are plenty of happiness and happiness. Their men and women play in the wide sunshine all day, and some even dance hand in hand in the spring.

Dance, some play the piano and sing love songs; Add all herbs and all kinds of trees-they are under this happy land.

There is wine buried in the cellar. Now the wine is getting quieter and more fragrant. It is so beautiful, full of the beauty of local spirit in the south of China.

Wine, I'll fill a glass. This wine is like the West Fort Klinling Spring, a clear spring that shines in the sun.

I will fill one with an ancient knight. Ah, look! This pearl-like wine foam flashes on the edge of this cup, which is also called purple.

Thick color paste dyes bright colors; You see, I swallowed this big glass of wine in one gulp-this is really drunk, I

Your soul is out of body experience, leaving this world lightly, and the voice that follows your oratorio is also faint, like a shadow.

Go into your dark forest. "

1) Prudence, translated into Provence, a province in southern France.

(3) "It's really hard to think of this world. I have no attachments. I hope I have a chance to escape and forget.

With all kinds of unpleasant phenomena, you are not living a carefree life under the shade of green trees. You don't know, and there's no need to ask us.

In a shabby world, we have a lot of fanaticism, boredom and troubles here. Usually friends just look sad when they meet. you

Listen to my complaints, I listen to your complaints; The elderly exhausted their energy and let the joint pain shake off the last few poor stems.

White hair; Young people are also called unhappy things, and their faces are gaunt and thin like ghosts, otherwise they will go to the grave.

Door; Really, unless you don't think about him, you can't help worrying when you think about it, and your eyes can't help filling up slowly.

Full of despair; Needless to say, beauty may rarely show a trace here and there, but in an instant.

It seems that there is no spring scenery, and there are people who love beauty, but beauty does not last.

Suddenly, we can only enjoy it for a while at most, and the smile is not fully open, and the sorrow is back! So I just want to follow you.

Singing has left this world, forgotten this world, and dissolved this gloomy perception. "

(4) "This world is really not worth nostalgia, go, go! I don't have to ask Pax and him for help.

I can fly to you with the invisible wings of poetry. Ah, here it is! Here you are.

State! How gentle the night in this forest is. Maybe the queen-like moon is sitting on her throne in the sky at this moment.

Countless stars arched around her like courtiers. But this night is dark, there is no light, only occasional wind.

Blow the shade when crossing the road, so that the half-bright sky leaks down and the dense green soil under my feet is exposed. "

(5) "The dream in this forest is heavy and does not leak light. I don't know what flower I'm stepping on, it's oozing from the branches.

The fragrance can't say what it is; In this faint fragrance, I can only guess the grass in this order.

In the bushes, the flowers on the wild fruit trees smell fragrant; -ivory hawthorn flowers, wild roses with thorns hidden in leaves

Zhiluolan is dying. The earliest musk rose in early summer must be full of fresh dew, isn't it?

It has been warm for a long time, and at dusk, there are many flying insects picking flowers in these flowers. "

We should pay attention to the order from the first paragraph to the fifth paragraph: the first paragraph is extremely happy, followed by the second paragraph.

The tone brightened a little with the sunshine in the south, but the mood all the way still lingered. The third paragraph caused a little ripple,

There is a little conscious anger in the chaos, in the fourth paragraph, from "already with you!" " ( 1),

The tone is very subtle, like a child walking into a cool cellar, feeling cold into the bone marrow, but his heart is half harmful.

The special meaning of fear is that his voice is low, trembling and intermittent; It's like blowing away a lucid dream against the wind.

Tune; His poetic soul smells the fragrance of all kinds of invisible flowers and plants in the shadows of the Woods, and guesses and tells privately, like

The mountain stream flows into the lake is the end ... the tone and mood of the sixth paragraph can be completely changed; In the past, it was just a carefree dream.

This is actually bliss. He is so happy that his soul has gained endless explanations and freedom, and he wants to keep it forever.

The happiest moment is when you gently breathe your last breath into space. This invisible elimination is a blessing

Eternal life; He said in another poem-

I have been with you for a long time.

I know this guy's lease,

My fantasy of its greatest happiness spread,

But I can stop at midnight,

The world was torn apart by a beautiful military flag.

Poetry, fame and beauty are really tense;

But death is more stressful-death is the need of life.

In his view (or when he wants to come), "life" is limited, and so is the happiness of life-poetry and sound.

Fame and beauty are the highest ideals when we are alive, but we might as well die, because death is infinite, soluble and endless.

Death is the highest honey wine in life, and all ideals can only be partially and relatively realized before death.

But in death, it is the absolute harmony of the whole, because in the broadest field of freedom and death, everything is completely harmonious.

Well, everything is incomplete. We should pay attention to the words he uses in this paragraph. His death was not pain, but "Ea".

Seful Death "is comfortable and can also be translated as" happy death "; He said "breathe quietly",

Quiet or quiet breathing, this concept is very common in Keats' poems and attracts people's attention; He put his proud loneliness in one place.

Static analogy-

Autumn sun

Smile on the peaceful bale.

Sweet Sappho's cheek-the breath of a sleeping baby-

The sand flows slowly through the hourglass.

A woodland stream, the death of an owl

The sunset glow in Akita, the fragrant cheeks of poetess, the breath of sleeping children, the slow quicksand of time, and the insignificance in the mountains.

Flow, the poet's death. His poems are full of tranquility, perhaps fragrance. Beautiful and peaceful artistic conception, just like Shelley's poem.

Where the place is still, the vibration of life is intense, colorful and loud. We can compare Keats' Qiu Ge.

Compared with Shelley's Song of the West Wind, Keats' The Nightingale and Shelley's Lark, Keats' Melancholy is compared with Shelley.

"Cloud" refers to moving, dancing, living, essence, light and pulsating life, and refers to stillness, quietness, sweetness and gradual progress.

A slow "luxury" death is deeper and broader than life, and that is eternal life. Knowing his view of life and death, we

Then explain his poem:

(1) Shafu, translated as Shafu (7th-6th century BC), an ancient Greek poetess.

(6) "But I'm guessing what happened in this green forest, and the nightingale keeps singing. this

The echo is getting stronger. Before, it was like the rain in the lotus pond. Although the tone is urgent, the rhyme is even. Now it's like

It was a big shower that fell on the blooming lilac forest. The white rattan fell wildly on the ground, and there was a fragrant rain and a sound in the rain.

So he wanted to dissolve quietly and die peacefully in this bliss, so he had a painless solution.

Hair loss gave birth to love. He casually made up a favorite name, sang a song praising him, and begged him to take him away from this world forever.

Enter the eternal world. This kind of death is not only painless, but also the highest happiness, not only unfortunate, but also a kind of

Great luxury; Not only is it not passive silence, but it is an understanding of real life. In this green forest, at midnight,

In this beautiful song, I gently burst the bubble of life, ah, go! At the same time, you poured out your

Inner spirituality, bold and crazy songs, as if you saw a brighter light than light in this darkness and in your leaves.

In the shade of the tree, a happier happiness than happiness is realized; Even after I die, you keep singing until I can't hear you.

Then, it becomes dirt, and you still sing forever. "

This is the most spiritual and spiritual passage in the whole poem, and then in the last paragraph, the meaning of death and eternal life, he starts from himself

I remembered the bird again. He thought I could dissipate in this song, but what about the ontology of this song? People who listen to music can

From birth to death, from death to life, what about this singing bird? The previous six quarters were low-key, that is, the sixth quarter.

Although it has changed, the sound is still like a leaf floating in the waves. When the waves swell, the leaves also swell, and when the waves are low, the leaves also swell.

Low voltage; But this seventh verse is the highest point, a struggle in a hurry-the poet's mood, the bird's singing.

Pour out heartily; His intoxicated poetic soul reached the boundary between dream and awakening.

In this section, the skill of Ruth lies in the book of Ruth in the Old Testament. She married a Hakka.

Later, when her husband died, my aunt wanted to go back to her hometown and told her to go back to her own home and get married again. Ross will definitely refuse, but he would rather follow.

She took her aunt away as a widow, and later he collected wheat in the wheat field. She often thinks about her hometown, which Keats used.

Story.

(1) Ruth, Ruth (this article translated as Ross), a character in the Old Testament of the Bible. no

But Keats' Ode to a Nightingale didn't use this allusion until the seventh verse, and Xu Zhimo mistakenly put her in the sixth verse here.

(2) the book of Ruth, namely the book of Ruth in the Old Testament.

(7) "I just thought of death and extinction, and you, immortal bird, you will never die.

Your singing proves your immortality. Times have changed and people have changed, but your music will never be damaged.

Sorry, I listened to you tonight. This song has been around for thousands of years. The rich prince once heard of you.

The humble farmer has also heard of you: maybe the child Ross is standing in a foreign field at dusk, with tears in his eyes.

When a bag of tears missed her hometown, this song once came from the Woods, which gave her spiritual comfort and also

In the Middle Ages, Xu conjured up Penglai Fairy Island on the sea and built a castle in the center of the waves, where they lived.

Beautiful girls, when watching the homesickness through the window, your songs touched their hearts and gave them to him.

The child is safe and happy. "

(8) This passage is the total bundle of the whole poem, the total bundle of the nightingale singing, and it can also be said that it is a big dream of life.

There are two opposites in his poems; One is the present world, this disgusting real life:

This is what he wants to escape and forget. One is the surreal world, the immortal life in music. this is

What he wants, what he wants to achieve, he is willing to get rid of the incomplete temporary life and become this complete permanent life.

How can he go to Dharma? He can go by the power of wine, fly out of this world by the invisible wings of poetry, or listen to the nightingale.

Broken singing can also completely forget all kinds of troubles in this world. He's gone, he's integrated into the gentle night, integrated into the.

Song of the gods-he is a nightingale; Nightingale That's him. He sings low when the nightingale sings low and high when the nightingale sings high. I

Children can't tell who is who. The sixth and seventh paragraphs give full play to the motivation of "complete and permanent life", in the sky and at night.

It's already full of music-so go back to the motivation in the last syllable of the highest emergency tone here.

He has never been in the real world, and he is still in the same outfit, with his tone added and naturally changing;

Finally, with those two opposite motives, I end the article with awakening (the present world) and dreaming (imagining the world), just like taking a stone.

The child was thrown into the deep pool in the ravine. Listen to the clear and harmonious voice. The lingering sound still reverberates in the ravine, which makes people want to see it.

Slowly, slowly, the stone sank into the bottomless pool ... The music ended, the dream woke up, the blood vomited, and the nightingale died!

But his aftertaste lingers in the universe forever. ...

(1) lonely, lonely.

13 years1midnight on February 2.

For Xu Zhimo, art is life, because their purpose is only one: beauty.

Beauty is natural, and deliberate creation is out of reach. It's like the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, the swaying grass and the midnight moon.

A little affection in his heart will be filled with beautiful words at the moment when he is integrated with the outside world. It's like, "Leave gently,/

When I came softly; /I waved gently,/saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. "That kind of ethereal as" I don't know.

/In which direction does the wind blow-/I am in a dream/in the light wave of a dream "is so charming.

In China's modern and contemporary literature, the richness of Xu Zhimo's poems is the most important. Look at Keats' nightingale.

It begins with "john keats's Song of the Nightingale is as magical as a nightingale in a bird".

Beautiful metaphor, handy. Suddenly, your desire to read rises, so you can't stop being curious about beauty.

After reading it in one breath, I can't bear to release the volume. You go back and want to find this beautiful reason. You think for a long time, but you can't explain it.

Look at the structure, bland; Analysis of the text, his narrative is like vernacular, followed by it; His prose is as lyrical as poetry,

Emotional ripples are patches of light, but they won't sting your eyes. But you just think the article in your hand is special,

Just like listening to a charming song, after listening to it, its "aftertaste lingers in the universe forever ..."

Reading Xu Zhimo's prose, you can't explain it, and you don't want to analyze every word. His prose is like his.

Like poetry, it is the feeling of many beautiful images, the free flow of emotions and the curve of soul trembling. Just like you anyway.

I can't say, "I wave my sleeve/I don't take away a cloud." Why is it wonderful? Why can't you forget it after reading it?

Remember, you can't blurt it out in the same situation, and it's hard to write better poems. You admire, you feel

Alas, you have to admit that the soul of a talented artist is precious, and you will say that it is the patent of Xu Zhimo's sensitive heart.

The ocean is the vastest in the world, and the human mind is the most complicated. The mind can't tell you much. Really from the heart

For example, the products of American literature can't be expounded, can't be analyzed, and can only be felt. Keats felt that a hundred flowers were blooming when he wrote Song of the Nightingale.

Xu Zhimo, who grew up on him, felt Keats' "poetic soul" and smelled the fragrance of all kinds of invisible flowers and plants in the shade of the Woods.

Private guesses are told one by one, just like the end of a mountain stream flowing into a lake ... "... feeling is silent communication and seeking.

Looking for spiritual vibration is the reconstruction and extension of beauty.

I stubbornly believe that God must have let Xu Zhimo's heart rest in peace long ago. Even if he closes his eyes, beautiful things

When passing by, he will suddenly open it and cover it with his heart. I think beautiful things must have a kind of light,

They can shoot him through the heart when they show up.

Xu Zhimo advocates elegance, refinement, purity and jade-like beauty, such as Mansfield's fairy posture and fairy spirit; He appreciates unique beauty, such as

Flying snowflakes, such as golden willows by the river, brides in the sunset; He was fascinated by the beauty of nature, just like the song of a nightingale.

Melodious, like a mountain flower; He indulged in the beauty of sadness, such as Ode to Ode by wyndell dichinson of Keats, and the sadness in his dream. ...

There seems to be a hunch that in his few essays, he has written about those geniuses who died young many times. Is that right?

A kind of soul * * * rings with it? He seems to have a special liking for them even more. Holding his Mansfield and Ji.

Kind nightingale song, looking at the clouds floating in the east from a distance, can not help but feel sad. Xu Zhimo roams in the blue sky,

Your spirit should have turned into a rainbow on the horizon, right

Between heaven and earth, within the world, you are an immortal beauty god.

(Wang Lifen)