Qiu Murong's five poems, shorter ones. Thank you. oh ...

Xi Murong

Common jasmine orange

The 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.

Xi Murong

deep meditation

Zen (-)

When you leave silently

What I said or didn't say.

I have forgotten.

I put my crying.

Also sandwiched in the pages.

Just like those jasmine flowers when we were young.

perhaps

Will be at dusk many years later.

Fall from the occasionally opened title page

No fragrance

Speak

outside the window

It may be thinner then.

drizzle

Zen (2)

When it's all over.

I know

I will forget you.

The burden on the heart is lightened.

please

Please forgive me.

Life should be constantly injured and restored.

world

remain to be

Gently waiting for my mature orchard.

sky

So melancholy

tree

So environmentally friendly

life

It can be so quiet and beautiful.

Xi Murong

Lotus's heart

I

This is a blooming summer lotus.

How hopeful

You can see me now.

Wind and frost are not here to erode.

The autumn rain did not fall.

The green season has left me again.

I am slim.

No worries

Not afraid.

at present

To be exact; Precisely

My most beautiful moment

The heavy door was locked.

After a fragrant smile

Who knows my lotus heart?

You don't have a chance.

Don't be too early

Precisely

too late

dusk

On a young night

I heard a song.

Slight pity

protracted

Like a mountain wind blowing through lilies.

When you crave again

But quietly.

silent

There is no sign of coming.

I don't know where it came from

Leave the moonlight empty

Immerse people's skin

One night twenty years later.

What is the similarity of that night?

Unexpectedly, the melody came lightly.

Mingshan Gu Ying

Straight into 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

These capital letters are not very long, hmm. . I don't think it's very deep. .