Poems written by Xi Murong for children.

Xi Murong's childhood dream faded, and he no longer just wanted to be an elf with wings. On a moonlit night, leaning against the window is a delicate hand. Stick your hot cheek on the stone fence. In the shadow of ancient ivy, fireflies are swimming. I didn't keep a diary like a diary, but changed it to dense and vague handwriting. In the dark blue and light blue tears, there are unknown sentences. dusk

Xi Murong?

On a young night, I heard a song, lingering like a mountain wind blowing through the lily, but when I longed for it again, I was silent, but I couldn't see it, and there was nowhere to stay. But one evening after twenty years, what is similar to that night, which makes the melody suddenly come? Shan Ye drums should force my heart to look back at the path, and the youthful and delicate half-life bumps turn into sweet tears in the evening.