Many of Xi Murong's poems are classic and I like them very much. Every sentence is very poetic.
common jasmin orange
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Youth without regrets
At a young age
If you love someone,
Please be gentle with her.
No matter how long you have been in love.
If you can always be gentle with each other
therefore
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
I also want to say goodbye.
And be grateful.
Thank her for giving you a memory.
When I grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment
There will be no regrets.
Like the quiet moon on the mountain.
fierce/wild/violent wind
Just bow your head and say goodbye.
Is there anything in the world that can really go back?
What about the river?
Like the grassland in autumn.
meet
Withered and withered together
Let's meet, too
Meet each other late.
It's just that the wind never stops.
Always in a hurry in the forest.
By the mountain road.
On a strange street corner
Sweep my mottled heart
Scan
Those who have fallen one after another
Memory is like autumn leaves.
Book of making friends
Failed
Is it just a day in late spring?
Forgotten
Just you and my face?
Rush to the eyes
This is a dusty day.
A dusty night
Dusty Chinese New Year and autumn grass
The arched eyebrows slowly receded.
This is a silent song.
A poem without words
dusk
On a young night
I heard a song.
Clear and lingering
Like a mountain wind blowing through lilies.
When you crave again
But it is silent.
No trace, no place.
Leaving the moonlight in the air makes people feel warm.
One night twenty years later.
What is the similarity of that night?
Unexpectedly, the melody came lightly.
The mountain drum should hit my heart.
Looking back on the road.
The green of the gray horizon.
This is a hard life.
In the twilight
Turned into sweet tears
say goodbye to
Not all dreams can come true in time.
Not everything is told to you in time.
Guilt and regret
Always plant it deeply in your heart after parting.
Although they say
Everything in the world will eventually become empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've been doing this all the time
Miss yesterday's flowers.
Missed the gift again
today
Still have to repeat the same parting.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life.
Thousands of miles away in the twilight
Bow deeply to you
Please take care of me.
Although they say
All kinds of things in the world.
Finally, it must be.
Will eventually become empty.
Xi Murong's love poems always reveal a faint sadness, so tender and sad, which makes people sad and can't be put down. Maybe youth, or love itself is sweet and bitter!
mistake
If love can be explained, the oath can be modified.
If you meet me, we can reschedule.
Then, life will be easier.
If one day,
I can finally forget you.
However, this is not a random story.
Not tomorrow's play.
I can't find the manuscript. Erase you.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
I prayed for this for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
if
The four seasons can be arranged in an extremely hazy way.
If the sun is willing
Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.
If love is voluntary
I will never show up again
if you like
Besides missing you.
kith and kin
I have nothing.
however
if you like
I will wither my thoughts at once.
Break and fall
if you like
I'll
Cut off every river.
Let desolation and dryness extend to infinity.
this present life
I don't miss you anymore.
Except for ...
Except in some places.
A night wet with tears
if
if you like
youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.