On this day 129 years ago, on January 15, 1896 (December 1, 1895 lunar calendar), Xu Zhimo, "the love of the Republic of China", was born. Xu Zhimo (1897.1.15~ 1931.11.19), a modern poet and essayist. Han nationality, from Kip Stone Town, Haining City, Zhejiang Province. Xu Zhimo is the cousin of Jin Yong. Formerly known as Zhang < unk >, the character < unk > Sen, changed his name to Zhimo when he studied in the United States. Pen names used: Nanhu, Shizhe, Haigu, Gu, Dabing, Crane in the Cloud, Xianhe, Delete Me, Heart Hand, Yellow Dog, < unk > Ge, etc. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of the Crescent School and a member of the Crescent Poetry Society. Graduated from Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School in 1915, he studied at Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University. In 1918, he went to the In 1921, he went to study in the UK and entered Cambridge University as a special student to study political economy. During his two years in Cambridge, he was deeply influenced by Western education and romantic and aesthetic poets in Europe and the United States. In 1930, he served as a member of the Chinese Cultural Fund Committee and was elected as a member of the British Poetry Society. In the winter of the same year, he taught at Peking University and Beijing Women's University. In early 1931, he founded the quarterly magazine "Poetry Journal" with Chen Mengjia and Fang Weide, and was elected as a member of the Chinese branch of the PEN Society. On November 19 of the same year, he took a plane from Nanjing to Beiping. He was killed and killed when he hit a mountain near Jinan due to fog. Xu Zhimo was a writer who had been active in the Chinese literary world for a while and had a certain influence. His world view did not have a leading ideology, or he was a "poet without partisanship" beyond the class. His thoughts, the appearance of his creation, and the trend of his development all show that he is a bourgeois poet and a bourgeois writer. The development and change of his ideas, the different conditions before and after his creation, are related to the characteristics of society and history at that time. He is the author of a collection of poems, "Poems of Shima", "A Night of Jade Leng Cui", "A Collection of Tigers", "Wandering", a collection of essays, "Fallen Leaves", "Scales and Claw in Paris", "Self-Profile", "Autumn", a collection of essays, "Roulette", a play, "Bi Kungang" (co-written with Lu Xiaoman), a diary, "Aimei Xiaozha", "Shima Diary", and a translation of "Manshuffel Xiaozha". His works have been edited and published as "Xu Zhimo's Collected Works". Xu's poems are fresh in words, harmonious in rhythm, novel in metaphor, rich in imagination, beautiful in artistic conception, elegant in thought, rich in change, and pursue the rectification and beauty of art forms. He has a distinct artistic personality and is a representative poet of the Crescent School. His prose is also self-contained and has achieved no less than poetry, among which "Self-Profile", "Want to Fly", "The Cambridge I Know", "The Gossip of Jade Green Mountain Residence" are all famous pieces handed down from generation to generation. As a major poet of the New Moon School, Xu Zhimo has had a certain influence in the development history of new poetry in our country, and has carried out various experiments and explorations for the development of new poetry. His poetry has a quite distinct unique style and certain artistic skills. As a person of that era, Xu Zhimo did everything an ordinary intellectual could do. While pursuing his own happy life, he also had profound thoughts on the destiny of the nation. "Farewell to Kangqiao" Gently I left, just as I came gently; I gently waved my hand to bid farewell to the clouds in the west. ---- The golden willows by the river are the brides in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart. ---- The green stars on the soft mud, the oily ones swaying at the bottom of the water; in the soft waves of the Kang River, I am willing to be a water plant! ---- The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; crushed among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. ---- Dream-seeking? Hold a long pole, to the grass more green in the distance; laden with a boat of stars, in the colorful stars to play songs. ---- But I can't play songs, quietly is parting; summer insects are also silent for me, silence is tonight's Cambridge! ---- Quietly I go, just as I come quietly; I wave my sleeves, do not take away a cloud.