Xi Murong
Short song
On the side of the mountain where no one passes by.
Peach blossoms are blooming one after another.
And left it behind.
The woman in front of the mirror
Staring at it for a long time
Gine Lee
Her fragrant beauty.
Rainy season and
That soft heart
People are often caught when it is too late.
I just remembered.
That kind of love
For vagrants
One day you will be under the lamp.
Turn over my heart and out of the window.
The night is deep and quiet.
It's like everything's over.
The noise of youth
Dust and wandering mountain winds and waves
It's over. You're old at last.
The night fog is long outside the window.
All joys and sorrows are like butterflies.
The fleeting years are gone forever.
No matter how stubborn I used to be
You can only wait.
Leave a copy for you
A thin collection of poems.
Bai Niao's death.
If you are a tearful shooter
I am the man.
Bai Niao is determined not to dodge.
Just wait for the arrow to come by surprise.
Walk into my broken heart
If you are the only one in the world
The only gunman who can hurt me
I am all your youth.
All the emotions that can't be forgotten.
It's like the last cloud
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die at your hands
It's like finally being able to
Die in your arms
Mountain lily
Don't argue with others, open it quietly.
Fragrant mountain lily
Open it quietly in my heart
No one knows it exists.
Its whiteness
Just my wanderer.
On the lonely road
I always remember with a smile.
deep meditation
-One of them.
When you leave silently
What I said or didn't say.
I have forgotten.
I caught my cry in the middle.
It seems to be on the page
Those jasmine flowers when we were young.
Maybe it will be many years later
One night,
Fall from the accidentally opened title page
No smell, no sound.
Out of the window, maybe at that time.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller.
deep meditation
-The second one.
When it's all over.
I know I will.
Slowly forget you.
The burden on the heart is lightened.
Please forgive me.
Life should be
Keep getting hurt, keep recovering.
The world is still a place.
Gently waiting for my mature orchard.
The sky is so blue and the trees are so green.
Life can be
So quiet and beautiful
Please don't cry.
I don't have a poem.
There are no more flying flowers and drizzle in the world.
Dusty four seasons.
Please don't cry.
All kinds of helplessness
The embers of love have gone out.
Return to the world
I suddenly realized that thousands of things are.
A known path, a known trajectory.
Follow the crowd.
Smile and it's over.
My fragile heart
Please try to forget, please, please, please.
Don't cry.
Conceived melancholy
I often think that when dusk falls.
You walk around the corner.
Will it stop suddenly?
I suddenly remembered.
In the crowded crowd,
Who will notice?
Your suddenly gloomy face
Who knows?
The instant pain in your heart
Ah, my dear friend
Who can tell you?
My guilt and sadness today
In two cities so far away.
As bright as a light.
Revelation in the rain
If it still rains after rain
If there is still sorrow after sorrow.
Please let me face this separation calmly.
Leave and keep looking with a smile
A you who will never appear again.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
One of youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Second youth
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
Lotus's heart
I
This is a blooming Xia Lian.
How hopeful
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not here to erode.
The autumn rain hasn't rained yet.
The green season has left me again.
I have no worries or fears.
Now is the time.
The most beautiful moment
The heavy door was locked.
After a fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance.
Either come too early, or
too late
Nalanxingde
Meng Jiangnan
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
Linjiangxian
A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands.
Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and the wet posts are exposed? #92; Shadow. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.
Reflections on the anniversary of the death of the female deceased in Golden Melody
When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
Shanhuazi
Moss grows in the forest, and it cherishes the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying.
Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight. The soul travels around the world like catkins blown to pieces.
Pick mulberry seeds
Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.
Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.
Pick mulberry seeds
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west.
Huatangchun
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Spread happy sand.
The wind has blowing in the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.
People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Meet Huan
Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.
Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.
Magnolia imitates ancient writing.
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
[Minus word magnolia, spring resentment] Zhu
Sit alone, pay alone and lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts. Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup. I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light.
Qin Guan's "Restoring Magnolia"
Distant end of the world, cold, cold, lonely days without help. I want to know how I am knotted, like Zhuan Xu incense in a golden furnace.
Long eyebrows are always locked so that the spring breeze can't stretch. Tired of leaning on the railings of high-rise buildings, watching geese fly, every word is melancholy.