Who will give me some poems by Chu Jiangnan or Xi Murong?

Two Poems by Xi Murong

homesickness

The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.

It always rings with the moon at night.

The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.

Like waves in the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings.

Never grow old.

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?

Just like the grassland meeting in autumn.

Withered and withered together

Let's meet, too

Meet and forget each other

It's just that the wind never stops.

Always in a hurry in the forest.

On the side of the mountain, on a strange street corner.

Sweep my mottled heart

Cleaning, those left behind

Memory is like autumn leaves.

Two Poems of South Chu

Nine, plum blossom order

Plum blossoms in the snow, west wind all night.

The waiting face under the flowers seems to be listening.

The day a stranger got up, plum blossom-

The cold scenery of this December

It is also an attempt to open the thunder of grievances.

I know plum blossom-

In Huashan, it is a sword, in the plain, it is life.

The face under the flower, with plum as its neighbor.

I've been waiting all my life, and I have to wait.

The stranger is still on the road, under the sky.

Encountered the black cloak of nine goshawks.

-The cold wind blows the body like a flame.

-Leng Yue took a photo, as if the leader was personally involved.

He was stunned when the stranger held the sword in his hand.

When plum blossoms and tenderness come all the way with the wind

There is no sword available in this life.

I know the sword is like thunder, and I was born to die.

When I think of plum blossoms again, it's already midnight.

Plum blossom-

It's like watching a night light in the Jianghu.

The lamp is outside the sword, taking away my cold.

The hero is at the end of his tether. Why should the beautiful woman be unlucky?

A stranger's plum blossom order

In Huashan, also in the plain.

From beginning to end, the whereabouts are unknown.