[Qilixiang]
This 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.
[mature]
The dream of childhood faded.
No longer just want to be one of them.
A winged elf
moonlit night
Lean against the window
Are gradually slender hands.
Stick your hot cheek against the stone fence.
In the shadow of ancient ivy.
There are fireflies swimming.
No longer keep a diary like a running account.
Replaced with dense
Blurred handwriting
In dark blue and light blue tears
With an unknown statement.
Xi Murong's Li Qixiang integrates life, love and homesickness. It is beautiful in writing, elegant and transparent, lyrical and smart, full of true love for life, which has influenced the growth of a whole generation.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment.
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes 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.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
A Flowering Tree is also an old masterpiece. This song is suitable for high school girls and blooms in early spring. Grasping feelings, without affectation, is easy to touch the listener's time. It's catchy and charming.
when you are old
When you are old, when you are old.
William Butler Yeats, William Butler Yeats
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book, sit by the fire, take down this book,
I read slowly, and dreamed of the soft eyes I read slowly, and dreamed of the eyes of that year.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep; Your soft eyes and deep aura.
How many people love your happy moments, how many people love your short-lived figure,
Love your beauty with false or true love, love your beauty with false or true love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul. Only one person loved your pilgrim heart.
Love the sadness on your aging face; Love the scars of years on your sad face.
Bend down the glowing railing, bend down the drooping eyebrows,
Whispering, a little sad, how love escapes from meditation and muttering,
And packed up on the mountains overhead, how love passed away and how it set foot on the mountains,
Hide his face among the stars. How to hide your face among the stars?
When you were old, this poem was written by the English poet Ye Zhi to his lover. The language of poetry is concise, but the emotion is rich and true. Passionate and sincere feelings reveal the insurmountable distance between real love and ideal love. Reading without experience can be difficult to control.