"Youth Without Complaints" "Qili Xiang" "Nine Chapters of Time"
"In That Distant Place" "Song of the River" "There is a Song"
< p>"Three Strings" "Written to Happiness" "My Home is on the Plateau""Mountain Moon" "Zen" "Andante Cantabile"
"If" "A Spring Afternoon" "History Museum"
By Xi Murong
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Introduction to Volume 1
When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please, please treat him gently.
No matter how long or short the time you love each other is, if you can always treat each other tenderly, then all
moments will be flawless and beautiful.
If you have to separate, say goodbye properly and be grateful in your heart for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that in the moment you look back, youth without resentment will have no regrets
, just like the quiet full moon on the hill.
The value of poetry
If you suddenly ask me
Why should I write poetry
Why not do it
< p>Other useful thingsThen I don’t know
How to answer
I am like a goldsmith hammering day and night
Just to extend the pain into a gold ornament as thin as a cicada
I don’t know how hard I work
to transform the source of sadness into
Glossy and soft words
Do they also have a kind of value
Beautiful value
Cantabile Andante
Definitely There is something
that I cannot understand
otherwise the vegetation would grow
in order
and the migratory birds would all fly back to their hometowns
There must be something
that I am powerless to do
Otherwise how could day and night alternate so quickly
all the time< /p>
I have missed the sadness that has eaten into my heart
There must be something behind the fallen leaves
It is what I must give up
It is sixteen That diary from when I was young
It’s the one I’ve been hiding all my life
Those beautiful lily-like secrets
The secrets of love
The banquet
is a worry that makes people lose weight day by day
It is the inexplicable sadness before lifting the chopsticks
It is a banquet that never ends in the memory
Even if you can’t drink, you have to fight for it
Drunk
Hope
In fact, what I hope for
is nothing more Just that moment
I never asked you to give me
Your whole life
If I could be on a hillside full of gardenias
p>
If I can meet you
Love deeply once and then say goodbye
Then a long life
Isn’t it just that?
When looking back
That short moment
Young heart
Never look back
No Even the ancient light
is not just those nights
the stars and the moon
although it still happens every morning
Open the window to visit
Every summer there is still the fragrance of jasmine
But something
has been lost
In front of the crowded market
In the hastily falling twilight
My young heart
There will be the fragrance of jasmine
But there is something
already lost
In front of the crowded city street
In the hastily falling twilight
I Young heart
Never meet again
Clam and Pearl
Cannot eliminate the existence of the scar
So I used warm water to Tears
You have wrapped up the past layer by layer
But the memory is growing day by day in your arms
The crystal shines brightly at every turn
They all come to touch the sore spot
It will make you feel old and sad when you look back
In the deep silent seabed
Meet at the beginning of Volume 2
Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are something that can be encountered but not sought, and often appear at the least expected moment.
I like that kind of dream. In the dream, everything can start again, and everything can be explained slowly. In my heart, I can even feel that all the wasted time is gone. The ecstasy and gratitude when we can all return. My chest is overflowing with happiness, just because you are right in front of me, smiling at me just like before.
I really like that kind of dream. I know clearly that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I still feel that the grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful
It’s as if you and I have just met. .
Origin
Between many lotuses
I have dedicated my whole life
to you
< p>There is nothing to considerYou can have time to calculate
Yes, there is nothing
We can arrange it
In Qian Before thousands of layers of lotus leaves
When you look back
Many things will be decided from now on
In such a full place
A flower-scented afternoon
An afternoon of lotus painting
On that July afternoon
If in front of the lotus in the new rain
If you hadn't looked back
I could have taken any subject
I could have made a
completely different sketch or watercolor
< p>My life could have had different experiencesIf
In front of the lotus in the new rain
You just walked quietly
On that July afternoon if
If you never looked back
The blooming season of sixteen
Wake up in a strange city
Your name is still on my lips
My lover, I am thousands of miles away from you
I also know
The blooming season of sixteen is only Open once
But I still care about the whiteness of the skirt
I care about everything that is praised
The feeling of being pampered and comforted
Care about the golden dreamy net
Block me from the wind and frost in a foreign land
Love turns out to be a kind of wine
When you drink it, it turns into longing
And in a strange city
I raise a glass every night
Looking towards the year when I was sixteen
Confused
< p>Am I really in love with youAm I not
I am in love with the youth that will never return
That flower
p>
The withered flowers before they bloomed
And such a hasty summer
That one
wasted before it was colored painting
And such a careless separation
Am I really in love with you
How else could it be
< p>Falling in loveSuch an unbearable youth
Question
I spent my whole life
thinking about a question
When you are young, you are like a shy bud
You cannot speak
Waiting for the branches to be full of flowers
But we are separated
And we meet again tonight
But it hinders you and my white hair
It’s ridiculous, unfortunate me
Finally I have to spend my whole life
thinking about a problem
Volume 3: Young Night
I can tell you some answers first, but, I love, some answers may take a long time to wait until the question
All have been forgotten.
At that time, whether to answer or not, or what to answer will no longer be so important. If so, if it is you
You must know.
If you still must know, then please go back slowly and search carefully to see what, what, in that young night
once invaded our weak and sensitive hearts.
On that young night, the moonlight was so clear, as clear and clean as water.
My Faith
I believe that the essence of love is the same
The simplicity and tenderness of life
I believe in everything
The reflection and confluence of light and shadow
I believe that the flowers on the tree only come from a seed in the ice and snow
I believe in three hundred articles Poetry
What it repeatedly tells is just that one word
that I could not say when I was young
I believe in everything in God arrangement
I also believe that if you are willing to go with me
to trace back
to that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other
Mountain Moon
——One of the old works
In the mountains at midnight the pine forest looks like ocean waves
The moonlight silhouettes the pine forest
You said with a smile that this is not pine
No matter what kind of profound black and transparent blue it is
A little bit of light green and a patch of silvery white
And the faint green is shining and shining
You in the forest are in your forest
You are hospitable because you are a rich man
With many Many stories in the mountains
Foxiao's Star, Forest Fire, Legend of Sika Deer
You talk and talk
But you are careful not to say a word to me< /p>
I waited with fossil-like patience
But the moonlight made me deaf and the mountain wind kept blowing
The lilies were pale in the ancient forest at midnight
Mountain Moon
——Old Work No. 2
I once walked on the moon
Just because you were in the mountains
In the hot tears I tell you tonight
I still see your smiling face
The mountains are dark
My Chinese years have passed
Thinking Spring returns in the forest again and again
There will be a strong you
Hold me up the stairs
And the moonlight is like water and the grass is melancholy
< p>Mountain Moon——Old Work No. 3
Please listen quietly to the moonlight
A businesswoman is singing in the backyard
(I must have shed tears when I sang)
Rain and snow fell like tears
Like tears
(Am I a businesswoman who sings)
I wonder what kind of twists and turns there are in the thousand-year dream
Five hundred years ago and five hundred years later
Is there a woman? Come for you
Singing with tears in my eyes
While the moon is all over the mountain
Youth is like wine
A person with no regrets
She once made a very gentle promise to me
And the mountain moon
had illuminated her in the forest Young and middle-aged
Bright face
Exchange me with a fragrant moment
All the sadness and loneliness today
In Changge In the painful crowd
Does she know that I am still the one without regrets
Farewell
I don’t want to become a Block
I don’t want to let tears
get wet on my dearest face
So in this dark moment
I quietly Retreat
Please forgive me for not saying goodbye
But in the deepest corner
Trying to hide you
Hidden at a distance that no one can reach at any time
The moment when the snow melts
When she is sleeping
He is walking On the path of melting snow
Longing for the stars of the past
And in front of the river where the ice blocks collide
Hidden at a distance that no one can reach at any time
The moment when the snow melts
When she is sleeping
He is walking On the path of melting snow
Longing for the stars of the past
And in front of the river where the ice blocks collide
Softly
Calling her name
And in the southern night
Everything was as quiet as usual
Except for a few tired petals Petals
Due to the wind
Falled in front of her window
Volume 4 Warning
Actually, Shui Bizi was there very early In order to give us a timely warning, it arrived earlier than any of us.
We finally came hand in hand, but we didn’t know that Shuibizai had been waiting for a long time. We think that all happiness and joy
are deserved. We think that the blue of the mountains and the green of the water are not surprising. We think that if we are willing to love each other sincerely, we will never
separation.
Actually, Shuibizai has been there a long time ago. However, the sea breeze blows my white clothes, and the years are growing.
My young heart cannot understand Shuibizai. Anxiety and sadness.
Tears·Moonlight
What I will never forget are the tears in your eyes
The moonlight reflected in the clouds
Last night It’s raining
The rain invades the barren graves in the distant mountains
The small grove of acacia trees
What covers your grave is the green shade
The sky is sunny this morning
Diluo climbs up to the barren tomb in the distant mountains
The gentle wild wind in the valley
Buddha wipes The grass on your grave is white-headed grass
At dusk
Who would go to the grave to identify the broken tombstone
Have forgotten the direction of the burial< /p>
Just remember to cry towards the setting sun
Whatever
Choose a house with the most green grass
Put down a bunch of hyacinths
p>I shouldn’t have cried
Knowing that it’s not necessarily you who is sleeping underground
Why should I cry like a secular person
It’s been hundreds of years
I haven’t woken up from this long dream yet
I hope reality becomes an ancient fairy tale
You just sleep for a hundred years and I will accompany you< /p>
Let the briar bloom on us
Let the red-breasted bird make its nest in our hair
Let the fallen leaves rest in the folds of our clothes
< p>A century has passed in the blink of an eyeBut this is just a dream
The shadow of the distant mountains has swallowed you
It has also swallowed up my melancholy heart< /p>
Going back and walking through the pine forest
There are vague shadows of deer in the forest
What flowers are blooming on the quiet path
Why is it so late at night? The night is always filled with tears of moonlight
Travel far
Tomorrow
Tomorrow will be across the mountains again
The mountains above are gentle and solemn
There are thunders coming from deep valleys
High mountains and high mountains
Cover my eyes
Goodbye my love
Leave me alone Across this strange valley
Across the deep and depressed space
My past is crying
Confession
Farewell Stop writing these strange poems
You don’t want to be a poet in your life
But
My love is so beautiful
How can my heart not be full of poetry
My poems are like broken pearls
Although incomplete
But every pearl
< p>Still as soft as beforeI can’t stop the thoughts on my pen
Like the spring rain that cannot be stopped
Although it will rain all over the street in mud
But it also washed away Jasmine’s little flower heart
Four Seasons
1
Let me believe that my dear
This is My story
It’s like making me believe
The blooming and falling of flowers
is the history of the entire spring
2
< p>If you can forget, thenI should be able to, too
Ice all the tears in my heart
Or decorate them
The boundless sky of the summer night
3
And when the wind blows
I just tighten my clothes
Protect my heart that is still singing quietly
Don’t let autumn come and eavesdrop
4
Just because I can’t grow up where the snow falls
I will never be able to express that hope in my life
I am a transplanted coniferous tree
My dear, you are the one from the far north
Homeland in winter
Why
I can lock my heart why
But I can’t lock love and sadness
Why in a long life
Happiness always fades as soon as it appears
The most beautiful times are the ones that go the fastest
Volume 5 Puzzle< /p>
When I guessed the answer to the riddle, I realized that the party was over and everything was over.
The banquet has ended, everyone has gone far away, but you are among them, the dusk is so thick that you can no longer be recognized, and we will never meet again
But just a moment ago, the garden was still sunny and sunny, full of laughter and laughter, but I couldn't go in.
They gave me a riddle and asked me to make a good guess. Only if I guess correctly can I meet you and give me the love I have longed for
.
When I guessed the answer to the riddle, I realized that everything had passed and the time had already changed the riddle.
Dan Ge
Next to the unpassed mountain road
The peach blossoms bloomed one after another
and fell
The woman in front of the mirror
gazing for a long time
in the mirror
Her fragrant beauty
And the moist Seasons and
that soft heart
are often remembered only when it is too late
A kind of love
Youth
——Part Three
I love tonight
Looking back at the mountain path when I came
Only realized that our days have already passed
in a completely different way
Come and go
We once planned so enthusiastically The vision of the future
The blueprint drawn with such meticulous precision
The youth that once longed for its appearance
But always
Never comes
The secret of the night-blooming cereus
Always
Only in the morning after withering
You will pass
Only then did I realize that last night
was outside your window
I used to be
how beautiful and how lonely
One
I love and only I know
the night you missed
What kind of bright moon there was
p>
Distance
We are on two extremely high ridges
We are so far away that we cannot see each other
But we can hear your gentle voice Came
The mist-shrouded canyon is steep
Careful, you said we are on a ridge
where you can’t make a wrong step
< p>So even though we are so far apartSuch a long distance
You are still unwilling to indulge me and always keep guard
The decision you made on that young night The precepts
Be careful, you say
We must not make a wrong step
But sometimes
You are strict too I will suddenly forget
I will also come back to inquire
The news about the lotus and that year
The traces of the mountain moon
And I How can I answer you?
The fire in the forest has gone out and the wind is so sad
My choked heart finally fell from a high place
You are still warning and talking< /p>
Careful us
We must not make a mistake
All the years have become an illusory mythical mission It
The grass is green and the flowers are blooming
They all fall down one after another
In the dizziness of falling
Who is there? Can you give me a satisfactory answer
Farewell
Isolated on a high ridge
If you were one from the beginning
Wrong then why
Why is it so wrong and beautiful
The Death of the White Bird
If you were the tearful shooter
I am that white bird
Determined not to dodge
Just waiting for the arrow to come through the sky
I have already been shattered if it shot into me Broken heart
If you were the only one in the world
The only shooter who can hurt me
I am all your youth years
Everything The joy and sorrow that cannot be forgotten
It is like the last cloud
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die in your presence
It’s like I can finally
die in your arms
To the Wanderer
One day you will Under the lamp
Reading my heart outside the window
The night is very deep and quiet
It seems that everything has passed
The hustle and bustle of youth
The dust, wandering mountain winds and sea waves
have all stopped and finally grown old
The night fog outside the window is long
< p>All the joys and sorrows are like colorful butterfliesTime flies away and will never return
No matter how stubborn I have been
I have only waited for you. I can
leave you a thin collection of poems
The moment when I look back at Volume 6
In our In the world, time is the warp and space is the weft, carefully weaving a series of joys and sorrows
and weaving out extremely regular mistakes and errors. And in every corner, in every knot, there is actually a secret mark
We didn’t know it at the time, but when we look back, we suddenly find that all the connections are clearly visible.< /p>
I just smiled and understood the origin of pain and sadness.
In such a moment of looking back, time stops and will never pass away.
The stream flowing through the shadow of fern and wild peony
is still young, the sky is full of clouds, and my heart is filled with the love and care you have given me.
Crossroads
If I really loved you
I will never forget
Of course I still have to
Walk on quietly
Said the weather is really nice
The wind is gentle
You can still smile tiredly in the setting sun
Life is so ordinary
There are no twists and turns
But if I really loved you
I will never forget
It is at this crossroads
Young you and I waved our hands
From now on we are separated
The garments of youth
I Like a clear river
Going around the sandbar you stood on
On that sunny summer day
An afternoon with many white clouds
Your green dress
swaying in the wind
reflected in my heart
and like a gentle waterweed
with sweetness The pain
I look back frequently
I will pass through and never come back again
I will never be able to meet you again in this life
I Knowing that winter is bound to come
The reed flowers will also wither
The joys and sorrows on both sides of the Taiwan Strait will be like clouds of smoke
Only the stars will be left in the distant horizon
Before it freezes
I will flow into the sea
And in the dark and lonely seabed
I will think of you
And yours and yours
Green clothes
Give youth
I don’t want to grow old like this
Just keep urging day and night
To take you away from me
To a distance that even I can no longer reach with my hand
The virtuality and reality of tragedy
In fact, we are not really getting old
If we are really getting old now
When we meet again, I will feel in my heart< /p>
How can I still have sudden ecstasy
So when you hesitate to look back
It’s not really forgotten
If you really forget Under the moonlight
How can there be tenderness in your eyes
But it doesn’t seem to
really care if it ever happened
How can I miss you so much?
Shake hands and exchange greetings in a calm manner
Then say goodbye with a smile and quietly
Watch you again
Leave me alone
Mountain Lily
Open quietly without arguing with others
A fragrant mountain lily
Quiet Open quietly in my heart
No one knows its existence
Its whiteness
Only my wanderer
On the lonely road
I always think of it with a smile
Artist
You have washed my pen with tears
so that Tonight I draw a pool full of misty rain
And in that fragrant corner of my heart
You carved a lotus for me that will never fade
Floating Life If a dream
I love
What is real and what is empty
Where to go
The eternal wanderer
Just say it
Just say it
Say whether you love me or not
Just choose which one
Difficult to understand Arrange them with words
arrange them over and over again
Just tell me
Letizia, your mood
I will understand
Just change it
Be happy or indifferent
Just try on all the complex masks
Take some twists and turns
Just do it
Letizia, how you feel
I will understand
p>Despite the changes in the world
Despite the friends
I only know the unpredictable mind
Letizia, you are me
The first and last love
On the distant starry sky
I am yours I am yours
Eternal wandering
Quietly spending his wandering life
guarding your happiness and
your gentle mood
But Rieti Zia
Drifting in the corridors of stars
I miss you but I can’t convey it
The mood of a wanderer
Letizia Do you understand
Volume 7 Preface
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, my love, what were we in our previous lives?
If you had been a woman picking lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, I would have been the one you missed.
If you had been that naughty kid who played truant
, I would have been the brand-new marble that fell from your bag, watching you in the grass beside the road without knowing
Gone far away in love. If Nian had been an eminent monk facing the wall, I would have been the stick of incense burning in front of the temple, accompanying you for a quiet time.
Therefore, when we meet in this life, I always feel that there are some unresolved things, but I am in a daze and cannot distinguish them carefully, and I cannot tell you one by one.
Test
-One
They said to put a small piece of alum in the water
It can precipitate all the
dregs
Then if
If we put a poem in our hearts
p>Is it possible
to precipitate all yesterdays
Experiment
——Part 2
In chemistry class There is a kind of test paper
It turns red when it encounters acid and turns blue when it encounters alkali
How I wish
there is a kind of test paper in my life
< /p>
You can try it out for me first
The various joys and sorrows that are entangled in front of my eyes
The tragedy and comedy
< p>What's the point of waiting for a long timeIf after all the sails have passed
You finally appear
(There will always be a moment)
p>
When thousands of sails have passed, you come gracefully
Your smile is so real in the slanting light
But also so unbelievable
Baizhou, Baizhou
p>I only have a heart that is divided between joy and sorrow
I discovered that all yesterdays
are an indispensable arrangement
< p>It’s all just for the good of this momentLet you hold me in your arms tenderly and compassionately
(I may cry, maybe I won’t)
When Qianfan passes by As you come as gracefully as you can
I will hide all the bitterness
On the Baizhou, on the Baizhou
That is still floating like clouds
It is my faint sadness
The sadness of Chuxiu
After the shower
Just like the Chuxiu of clouds, you must forgive
p>You must forgive a woman
Unreasonable sadness
Zen
——One
When You left in silence
Everything you said or didn’t say
has been forgotten
I also included my crying
< p>The pages of the book seem tothose jasmine flowers from our youth
maybe many years later
in a dusk
Falling from the title page that was accidentally opened
There is no fragrance and no sound
Maybe at that time outside the window
there will be a thin drizzle of rain
p>Zen
——Part 2
When everything will pass
I know I will
Slowly Forget you
The burden on my heart is lifted
Please forgive me
Life is meant to be hurt
continuously and constantly recovering
The world is still an orchard
gently waiting for me to mature
The sky is so blue and the trees are so green
Life can be so peaceful and beautiful
Volume 8 Walking with You
I have always wanted to walk on that beautiful road with you path. There is a gentle breeze, there are white clouds, and you are beside me
listening to my happy and grateful heart.
My request is actually very small, as long as I have had such a summer, as long as I have walked through it, just once.
What came to me, day after night, were unexpected arrangements and so many trivial mistakes
Slowly, we The ground slowly separated, and tonight I finally understood.
All the joys and sorrows have turned into ashes. I can’t walk with you no matter which road in the world.