Goodbye,-SelectedRomanticPoems of Xu Zhimo

Author: Xu Zhimo
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Publish Date: 2006-03-01
Features: This book collects the romantic poems of Xu Zhimo, such as "I Have a Love," "Inspired by Love," and "News from Heaven." For Zhimo, Mr. Hu Shi once said, "His philosophy of life was truly a simple faith, consisting of only three great words: love, freedom, and beauty." The left-wing writer Mao Dun made the following evaluation: "The poet's lament is nothing but a touch of 'bewildering sorrow'; what we can catch is only a faint, smoke-like emotion." Through Zhimo, we see the image of free intellectuals of an era and feel the tolerant intellectual atmosphere of that time. They all reveal a deep love for Zhimo and an infinite appreciation for such a sincere person. "I walked away lightly, just as I came lightly; I waved my hand, bidding farewell to the clouds of the western sky. A divine light was lit, casting Zhimo's shadow on the mottled walls. Time and fragments of memory slipped away, revealing an ancient and mysterious dream, stirring a string of unspeakable sorrows that hovered over a desolate heart. I remember Zhimo's strange, dreamlike life, the plane carrying him in 1931—these leave us with eternal regret and remembrance! Zhimo did indeed leave, lightly. Did he wave his hand to bid farewell to the clouds at the moment he departed? Otherwise, how could the clouds have cried so sorrowfully? Now, all we can do is recite Zhimo's poems again and again. I offer, I offer the heat in my chest, the blood in my veins, the light in my spirit; my poetry—in the moment the melody soars, the clouds beyond the heavens weave joy for you. Build a bridge of clouds, the legendary love between Zhimo and Lin Huiyin has always been a topic of lively discussion and deep reflection. And Zhimo's poems about love have long transcended the limits of words, like a sentient creature, transformed through life's trials into an eternal ballad passed down through generations. His ballads have a touch of enchantment, a hint of enlightenment, a trace of obsession, and an element of the unknown. His ballads make the dry air moist, turn our hopeless lives vibrant, and awaken our slumbering souls. Here, we weep, for love, for a pure life! For Zhimo, there is not only nostalgia but also gratitude, not only regret but also admiration. Let us not wonder how many more masterpieces he could have left if his life had been extended. The dead have long passed away! It is better to focus solely on reading and savoring the genuine and sincere songs he left us—songs born from fate, from life, and from the heart. I walked away quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves and took not a single cloud with me. A very bright star pierced the night sky, leaving a trail of eternal light, then faded into the distance. That was Zhimo's soul entering heaven, but his poems remain on earth! If you wish, please pour yourself a cup of fragrant tea and let your soul have a dialogue with Zhimo's poetry."