随着那断了臂的飞机如流星般地坠落,你--徐志摩,从此便消逝人间……你是上帝创造出来的惊叹号。你的出现是对死板文学的挑战,是对封建传统与礼教的对抗,犹如在黑暗中敲响了被灰尘尘封已久的古钟,响声震耳欲聋;如同在平静的湖面投下石块,击起了千层巨浪。 As the broken plane fell like a meteor, you - Xu Zhimo, will disappear from the earth ... ... You are the exclamation point created by God. Your appearance is a challenge to rigid literature. It is a confrontation of the feudal traditions and rituals. It is like knocking out the old bell dusted with dust in the darkness. The sound is deafening; it is like throwing stones at a calm lake and hitting it. Melaleuca waves.