The poetry of Whispers Xu Zhimo .

The autumn rain is on the edge of the first-class cold autumn water, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on a piece of autumn leaves that will be yellow and not yellow, listen to his cordial chatter, whispering about the love and affection of the three autumns, the love plot, and gently brushing him into the private halo of the autumn water, a vortex and a half, and follow the autumn water.

The whispers of autumn, the love affairs of autumn, and the plot of love poems have fallen into the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves, and they have half turned in a vortex, following the autumn water.

The four seasons of the year, often in the poet's pen, autumn, is the most bleak. The bleak cold wind and the fallen leaves drifting with the wind inspire sad emotions and surging frenzy. The autumn whispers flowing from Xu Zhimo's pen are melancholy and melancholy.

The feelings of the past have gushed out from the bottom of my heart, yesterday's joy, today's memories; Yesterday's sorrow, today's melancholy; Yesterday's eyes and smiles, today's bitter taste ......

Autumn is the season of parting, but also the season of memories ......

Xu Zhimo "Whispering".

Whispering" Xu Zhimo The autumn rain is in the first-class cold autumn pool, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on a piece of autumn leaves that will be yellow and not yellow, Listen to his cordial chatter, whisper the love affairs of the three autumns, the love language plot, and gently blow him into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, A vortex and a half, follow the autumn flow. The whispers of the autumn rain, the love affairs of the three autumns, and the plot of the love poems, also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, and the vortex and half turned, following the autumn flow.

Autumn rain at the edge of a bay of cold autumn water.

In a weak autumn willow.

On a cowardly and sorrowful branch.

On an autumn leaf that is yellowing but not yellowing.

Speak to it in a earnest way.

It tells the love poems of Sanqiu, the love affair, the love language, and the plot.

Pro Gently sweep it into the autumn halo of autumn water.

A vortex and a half turn with the autumn flow.

This autumn whisper.

Sanqiu's love poems, love affairs, love words, and plots.

It also gently falls into the autumn halo of autumn water.

A vortex and a half turn with the autumn flow.

Autumn rain. In the first class chilled.

Translucent. side, a haggard one.

Autumn willows. , on a timid autumn branch, a piece will be yellow but not yellow.

Autumn leaves. on, listen to him kiss and kiss him.

Whew. Whispering three autumns. of love. Kindness.

Affair. Love language.

The plot gently brushed him down in the autumn water.

Autumn waves. In the private halo, a vortex and a half turn, followed by the autumn water.

This autumn whisper, autumn's.

Emotion. The love affair, the plot of the love poem, has fallen into the autumn halo of the autumn water, a vortex and a half-turn, and follows the autumn water.

All year round, often in. Poet. Target.

Pen. Autumn is the most bleak.

The cold wind, with the wind.

Scattered fallen leaves.

Inspired the sorrowful.

Emotion. and the surging heart of the crazy pre-tide.

What flows from Xu Zhimo's pen.

Autumn. Whispering, melancholy.

Former. The sentiment is from again.

Heart. gushing out, yesterday's pleasures, today's memories; Yesterday's sorrow, today's melancholy; Yesterday's eyes and smiles, today's bitter taste ......

Autumn is the season of parting, and so is it.

The season of memories.

Thrilling.

Xu Zhimo is one of the most famous modern writers, translators and poets in China. Although the life of Stupid Oak Xu Zhimo is short, his literary achievements are outstanding, he has written **, written scripts, but what is more popular with the world is his poetry and prose. Xu Zhimo's prose is rich in content, with a wide range of themes, diverse forms, and fluent language, which occupies an important position in the entire creation of his envy.