my family
Who will come to the desert garden!
Note that this road is covered with moss.
The golden wind sends leaves,
Float to the window, as for debt collection.
The charming girl who dropped out of school set the geese free,
The darling of bad karma picks wild vegetables.
Sitting under the roof with a good wife,
A stitch mended my broken shoes.
Autumn bonus is unintentional,
But not as those who used to be poor together know.
Xiao Si's Poems
Midsummer poetry
one
I often miss those sunny days. Nothing happened, and the sun set wantonly on the grass tree.
A pair of Fluttershy, who met for the first time, accidentally stopped on a small fence. They must not know the story of Liang Shi in the world.
The blue sky waved the gown, making the sultry afternoon gentle.
But, I don't know when and why, I lost those days.
two
The poet walked a hundred miles to see the night sky he wanted to see.
He wants to find the sunset glow like a peach blossom. He wants to open a roll of colorful clouds and read a famous sentence written by Xifeng. He wants to drink a spoonful of running water brewed by sunset, and he wants to see the golden pigeon return to the horizon. He wants to hear an oriole tell a distant love story.
However, he saw it-the clouds in the evening were like a mountain, and the twilight was sinking. Heaven and earth seem to wake up from a nightmare, young and frivolous.
He was so flustered that he suddenly remembered a sentence from the Song Dynasty: "It only takes a few dusk to ruin his life."
three
Whenever I think of the tracker, I always feel sad.
Isn't the ship destined to be dominated by oars and sails? Why do people on the shore have this relationship with the ship?
The stones on both sides were rounded by the tracker's feet, and the grass on both sides was soaked by the tracker's sweat.
The road on both sides of the strait is a lifetime journey, and the burden of a ship is a lifetime achievement. However, who will remember the face of a tracker?
1982 August 3 1
Xi Murong's poems
history museum
-can a person's life be like a museum?
one
At first, there was only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning, the clouds dispersed.
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
And burn love and faith in it
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
All the stories at that time
It all started with a fragrant river.
Thousands of hibiscus flowers crossed the river.
Poetry is simple, and the heart is simple.
two
Seasonal variation of the rapid flight of geese and birds
I slowly looked south along the river.
There are woodcarving Guanyin round hands.
There is also a beautifully carved one.
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
The shattered flying sky gradually appeared.
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Repeated descriptions from generation to generation
three
But what went wrong?
Why in the thousand generations of reincarnation
I always miss the moment of hope.
I did it for you before the sandstorm came.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
Why after the sandstorm?
There are always some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home on a moonlit night.
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa to urge you to get on the horse.
At that time, the world used to be rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth, only
Wan Li withered red willow and poplar yellow sand
four
As if walking back and forth
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of unsolvable tenderness.
Endless spring days embroidered with colored silk thread
The farther away, the thicker the clouds are.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cupboard, and I am already inside the cupboard.
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
You seem to hear some voices in the mistake.
Of course, you can't believe it.
All the silk, all the silk.
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
It is all my love for you.
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
six
In the twilight, you turn and drift away.
The corridor is silent, and the gods are silent.
I finally turned stone into stone, just like in my last life.
There are ten million hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian outside the gallery.
Gently open in the water
Light purple soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
As time goes on, it will gradually disappear.
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Literary vision