Ask a poet's name, poem! ! !

It's the forest on the edge, and that poem is his chapter.

Bian (1910.12.8-2000.12.2) is a native of Tangmen Town, Haimen, Jiangsu, and his ancestral home is Lishui, Jiangsu. She used to use the pen name Ji Ling, a poet (one of the "Three Great Writers of Hanyuan"), a literary critic and a translator. During the Anti-Japanese War, he taught in various places and was a student of Xu Zhimo. It has made great contributions to the cultural and educational undertakings in China. Out of chapter is his immortal masterpiece. He studied Shakespeare well, taught Spanish and made important contributions to modern poetry. He is recognized as the representative poet of Crescent School, an important poetry school in the New Culture Movement.

Out of the chapter, you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.

It rains with me. "It rains every day since you left." "It has rained every day since you came." I am happy to be responsible for the rain between friends in the two places. There is no news from the third place. Send an umbrella? My sadness follows the grass everywhere: Is the bird in its nest? Are people satisfied with the guest pillows? I want to put a glass in the patio to watch a few inches of rain in the Ming Dynasty tonight.

Dreaming and imagining yourself in a minor illness (autumn afternoon), looking at the gray sky on the glass window and the sparse shadows of trees resting on the old pillow left by people in the distance, thinking about the faint lakes and mountains on the pillow as if the traces of Old Master Q's old dreams had disappeared, as if you had entered the old book with the traces of the past as if it were history in front of the old man under the lamp on faded stationery ... won't you get lost in the smoke and water in your dreams?

The lamp worm feeds on glitz pitifully, and the moth falls under the lamp. Not willing to be as light as water, but also drunk, leaving an exposed body. How many ships are sailing together, and the white sails are falling. Golden fleece, sought after by heroes, has finally become Haihua's hair. Praise you, drunken fairy, dream to death in the light, draw a circle on the top of the Buddha to see the window after the dream, and wait for me to blow you empty, like the wind sweeping the red steps.

I think fish fossils have the shape of your arm. I often dissolve in the veins of water. You really love me like a mirror. You and I are far apart, but there are fish fossils.

Stick a corner on the wall grass at five o'clock, and hang a semicircular lamp at six o'clock in the sunset. I want a person who dreams all day. Look at the grass on the wall. The longer it grows, the more yellow it becomes.

There are two kinds of loneliness in ancient town dreams: fortune-telling gongs during the day and bangzi at night. I can't break other people's dreams. Walking in the street is like a dream, step by step. He knows which stone is lower, which stone is higher and which girl is older. Knocked down other people's dreams and walked down the street like a dream, step by step. He knows which stone is lower, which stone is higher and which door is closed the most tightly. "It's late. Listen, the cat's father. The boy is so noisy that he can't sleep. He always cries in his dreams. Will you tell his fortune tomorrow? " It's late at night, and it's another cold afternoon: knocking on the bridge, knocking on the gong, and the sound of running water under the bridge.

[dressing table (old meaning new meaning) The world has enriched my dressing table, but now fruit shops are surrounded by fruits, and there is no waste gas, but my appetite is too weak when I sleep? The balance spring should be tied at the left shoulder angle. Catkin, don't fall into my basin. Mirror, mirror, you are disgusting. Let me draw two eyebrows for you first. But I learned about the roof from the joy of each tile, as well as the green leaves and a big tree-look at a bird with a long beak on the branch! Give that new robe a little charm. "The meaning of decoration is losing itself", who wrote it for me? Forget it.-Gross! "I'll finish. I'll finish you."