I left quietly, just as I walked gently from there.

I left quietly, just as I came gently, and that was from farewell to Cambridge.

Farewell to Cambridge

Modern poet Xu Zhimo

I left quietly, just as I came gently.

I waved gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the west.

The golden willow by the river is the bride at sunset.

Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

The green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water.

In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant.

The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.

It is a rainbow in the sky, crushed by floating algae.

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream and look for it.

Hold up a long pole and stroll back to a greener place on the grass.

Full of the splendor of a boat, singing in the splendor.

But I can't play songs. Quiet is a farewell party.

Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly.

I waved my sleeve and didn't take away a cloud.

Extended data:

Farewell to Cambridge is a famous work by Xu Zhimo, and it is also the representative work of crescent poetry. The whole poem takes the emotional ups and downs when leaving Cambridge as a clue to express the deep affection for Cambridge's departure. The language is light and soft, and the form is exquisite and mellow. The poet paints a flowing picture by alternating reality and reality, which constitutes a wonderful artistic conception everywhere;

It is the swan song of Xu Zhimo's poetry, which shows in detail the poet's love for Cambridge, his yearning for the past life and his helpless sadness of parting.

This poem was written by Xu Zhimo on his way home after his third trip to Europe. The time is1928165438+10. The place is China. One summer at the end of July, after staying at the home of the British philosopher Russell for one night, a man quietly came to Cambridge to find his English friend without any notice in advance.

Unfortunately, none of his English friends are here, only Cambridge, which he is familiar with, is waiting for him silently. The scene of his past life reappeared before his eyes ... because he was in a hurry to meet another English friend, he didn't record this emotional activity.

It was not until he left Marseille by boat on his way home, facing the rough sea and the vast sky, that he unfolded the paper and wrote down his personal feelings about returning to Cambridge this time.