Loulan bride
Author: Xi Murong
My lover once buried me in tears.
Wrap my smooth body with pearls and frankincense.
With trembling hands, I will insert bird feathers into my satin hair.
He gently closed my eyes and knew that he was in mine.
The last image scattered flowers all over my chest.
At the same time, there is his love and sadness.
As the sun sets, Loulan is empty and prosperous.
My lover left alone, leaving me in eternal darkness.
Eternal sweetness and sadness, I will never forgive you.
So desperate to wake me up and expose me to strangers.
Break me, break me, above desolation.
Once such a gentle heart, only the sunset is still there.
The sunset that day, who, who?
You can bury me again and return my dream of a thousand years.
I should still be the bride of Loulan.
Extended data:
Reading this poem by Xi Murong is like meeting a former woman with a floral oil-paper umbrella on the bank of a broken bridge full of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, telling her feelings and experiences in the years. The emotional ripples in my heart gradually turned into tears in my eyes. Tell a little girl's longing and expectation for love and the future.
Expressed her calm but intense feelings. It is still such a gentle word, but it is such a gentle word, such as cotton, quietly and gently accusing foreign crimes. All the pursuits are in the words that tell the years so flatly and firmly.