Modern Poetry
Florence Night
翡冷翠的一夜
Xu Zhimo
You're gone tomorrow? Then I, I, ... ...
You do not control, sooner or later that day;
Would you like to remember me, remember me
Otherwise, forget this world as early as possible
There I am, to save time and space with the angry thought,
When only a dream, a fantasy;
When is the day before yesterday we only see the Canhong,
Mood Lianlian shook themselves in before the wind, a,
Two, landing, as people step on, changing mud ... ...
Well, as people step on, variable mud mud ─ ─ changed back clean,
This dead than alive, be called a punishment
Looked at Han Cang, cumbersome, as people looked down upon ─ ─
God! Why should you come, why bother to you ... ...
I can not forget you, that day you came,
For example, saw the dark future glory,
You are my husband, my love, my benefactor,
You taught me what is life, what is love,
You woke up my coma, the repayment of my innocence.
Without you I know what day is high, the grass green?
You touch my heart, jump under it that fast;
I'm touching their face, burned multifocal, loss of the beating in the darkness
Invisible; love, to breathe, but I came,
Do not kiss me out; I could not bear to live like this fire,
This time around my soul like a brick on the
Wrought iron, in love under the hammer, smashing, smashing, sparks
Fei Sa ... scattered ... I fainted, hold me,
Love, let me park in the quiet here,
Eyes closed, dead in your chest, and more beautiful!
White tree head wind, the rustle,
Be my funeral song, the breeze,
Blowing olive grove, with pomegranate incense,
Took my soul away, there was Firefly,
Amorous attentions of the firefly, have their light the way,
I went to that three-ring hole on the bridge and then stop,
You hold me here to listen to half of the body warm,
Sadness of the call me, kiss me, shake me, suck me, ... ...
I smile and then follow the breeze go
As he led me, heaven, hell, where are into,
Anyway, this repulsive lost life and realize that death
In love, this love dead center, not as strong as the
Reborn five hundred times? ... ... Selfish, I know,
But I also have no control ... ... you accompanied me to die?
What, not in pairs is not complete, "love"
Should also have two pairs of wings soaring children playing partner,
Is not the same as in the heaven to take care of
I missed you, you can not do without me;
If hell, I do not trust a single to you more,
Variable than this hell you say to world civilization
(Though I do not believe) as my delicate flower
Is no guarantee that the storm was no longer, do not call the rain,
At that time I called you, and you do not hear clearly, ─ ─
That is not seeking relief against thrown into a pit,
Ghost called collusion down the cold cold hearts of the people,
Laugh at my fate, laugh at you cowardly carelessness?
These words are rational, and what how do I do?
Live up to them, not too hard to die free
I do not want you sacrifice your future for me ... ...
Alas! You still alive, etc, etc the day!
Have that day? ─ ─ You are my confidence;
But the morning you have to go, you really have the heart to
Lost me go? I can not leave you, this is life;
But flowers, no sun drying, no nectar Baptist,
Die can not help but flap tip of coke wilt, and more pathetic!
You can not ecstasy, love, except in your heart,
I have no life; is, I hear you, I, etc.
Flower children and other cycads, etc. I also have to be patient;
Love, you will always be a star in my head:
If the unfortunate death, I will become a firefly,
In this garden, next to the grass roots, dark gray fly,
Evening fly to midnight, midnight, dawn to fly,
Health and cloud the sky is not only willing, I could see the day
Sinking the same great stars of heaven, that is you,
How I wish you to shine across the night,
Across the day, through the consonance of love that ... ...
June 11, 1925 in Florence Greenfield
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