He is a talented poet who uses unique brushstrokes to outline a colorful world.
His poems, like delicate paintings, condense the beauty and bitterness of life between the lines.
Xu Zhimo's poems not only praise nature, but also have a passionate pursuit of love, and a deep reflection on life.
With a unique perspective, he depicts the various forms of human nature, allowing people to feel the true meaning of life in his poems.
He uses words as a brush and emotions as colors to create breathtaking poems.
I will share with you 6 classic poems by Xu Zhimo, appreciate his talent and wisdom in the poems, and feel his love and dedication to life.
Gently I go, just as softly I came.
I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.
The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset.
The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.
The green wattles on the soft mud are oily and swaggering at the bottom of the water.
In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed.
The pool under the shade of the tree is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Dreaming?Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass.
Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.
But I can't play songs, and quietly it's a parting shengxiao.
Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight.
Quietly I went, just as I came quietly.
I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.
The most is the gentleness of the bowed head.
Like a water lotus.
It's not enough to be shy.
A word of cherishment, a word of cherishment.
There was sweet sorrow in that cherished sound.
Shayanara. 
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves.
You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice.
In an instant, all traces were wiped out.
You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;
It's better if you remember, it's better if you forget.
The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous!
I look up, and there is you in the blue sky.
I opened my mouth to sing, and there is you in the melodious.
I'm going to forget, I'm running away.
Walk another way, and I bump into you again.
I have a relationship.
I love the stars in the sky.
I love their crystals.
There is no such god in the world.
In the twilight of the cold twilight.
In the lonely gray early morning.
At sea, on the top of the mountain after the storm.
There will always be one, ten thousand stars.
The confidant of the small grass and flowers on the side of the mountain stream.
The joy of children on tall buildings.
Traveler's lights are lit with a south needle.
A twinkling elf thousands of miles away.
I have a broken soul.
Like a pile of broken crystals.
Scattered among the dead grass of the wilderness.
Sip your momentary hospitality.
The ice cream and tenderness of life.
I've tasted it, and I've tolerated it.
Sometimes the autumn moaning of crickets is built down.
It hurts my heart and forces me to cry.
I reveal my confessional heart.
Offering love with the star of the day.
Let life be illusory or real.
The earth is in or out of the way.
There will always be stars in the sky.
Hurry!Urge, urge, urge.
A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds.
A stream of water, a bridge, a sound of oars.
A forest of pines, a clump of bamboo, and red leaves.
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenes.
Dream-like distinct, blurred, faded.
Urge, urge, urge. It's the wheels or the time.
It has aged Qiurong and life.