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This heart-beating day has finally arrived.
Scold? Your sigh of the night is like the sound of approaching footsteps.
I could hear not the whispers of the leaves and the night wind, the shredded hooves of elk galloping across the mossy path.
Tell me, tell me in the singing voice of your silver bell.
Are you the prophesied young God?
You must come from the lush south, tell me the moonlight there, the sunlight there, tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers, and how the swallows are obsessed with the green poplars.
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dream-like song, the warmth I seem to remember, and the grip of the core seems to forget.
Stop, stop your tired rush, come in, there is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on, let me burn the fallen leaves that I pick up every autumn, and listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
The song will be as heavy and lofty as the firelight, and the firelight will tell the life of the fallen leaves.
Don't go ahead, there is a boundless forest ahead, the ancient trees are covered with the spotted inscriptions of wild beasts, the half-alive and half-dead vine pythons are entangled, and there is not a single star missing from the dense leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step, when you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go, wait for me to walk with you, my feet know every safe path, I can keep singing the song of forgetfulness, and then give it to you, and then give it to you.
The darkness of the night cut us off, and you can look me in the eye.
You don't listen to my excited song, your feet don't pause for my trembling, like a silent breeze drifting through this twilight, and disappearing, and you lose the sound of your proud feet......
Oh, you have come speechless at last, as prophesied has been.
Gone speechless, young God?
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Background: In 1930, He Qifang, who had studied at the China Public School Preparatory School in Shanghai for one year, was admitted to the Department of Foreign Languages of Tsinghua University and the Department of Philosophy of Peking University at the same time. In the fall of that year, he enrolled at Tsinghua University, but was soon expelled from the school because he did not have a high school diploma.
After spending a few months in Beijing as a drop-out student, he walked into Peking University in the fall of 1931. The university period from 1931 to 1935 became a peak period for He Qifang's writing.
He Qifang is a famous modernist poet in China. In the early 30s, he appeared on the poetry stage, and attracted the attention and love of readers with his poetry collection "Prophecy". His early lyric poems, with the main content of expressing the dreams of youth and personal sorrow, wrote about the subtle inner world of the individual, learned from the expression techniques of French symbolism, inherited the excellent hail factor of classical Chinese poetry, and successfully created a poetic art world with a strong lyrical atmosphere and like a dream.
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