Chapter 27 "broken"

"broken" one Sitting deep in the night: When the window has a patchy light, The wind carries the dust, on the street Running in the alley: I want to curl up on the bald nib A broken broken tone, To express my broken thoughts. two Sitting deep in the night: The night with sharp corners is cool in the crack of the window Jealous of the remaining heat in the house, nor spare my members: But I'm going to draw it with my half-dry ink Some broken broken patterns, Because broken, broken is my thought. three Sitting deep in the night, On the left and right are some ugly ghosts:

scorched desolate trees Cry out on the frozen riverbank, Compared to the gesture of despair, as i want to be in broken consciousness Revive a broken world. Four Sitting deep in the night, Close your eyes and look back at the clouds and smoke of the past; Ah, she is still a glamorous white lotus, Leaning against Xiaofeng, all kinds of exquisiteness; But I am neither sunshine nor dew, All I have are broken breaths, Like a group of rats locked in the rafters Chasing, pursuing darkness and nothingness! ①Written in March 1931, initially published in "Modern Students" Volume 1, Issue 6, April 1931, signed by Xu Zhimo, and later included in "Tiger Collection".