I am a wandering singer, looking for the mark of Iraq in untitled songs. ...
impression ...
A woman a thousand years ago, like me, danced her long poetic hair on this mirror lake. Skirt flying, I gently waved a gentle hand, want to rub Iraq's sorrow, brow worry. The middle of the lake was freezing cold, and at the moment I touched Iraq, I also condensed into solid ice. Standing for a long time, my eyes looked at Iraq's eyes, Iraq was my shadow, and I was Iraq's shadow.
impression ...
The lonely tree in Tingzhou is green. Year after year, day after day, the falling white petals swirl in the clear water, and my dream is in the sky. Yi is waiting for me to find it and pick up the green olives. I don't know where to look, but I remember the direction of the wind
impression ...
Yi used to be a glass of sweet wine.
Drunk Qu Yuan's high crown, Tao Qian's thatched cottage, Ji Kang's piano, Li Bai's poems, Fei Min's sword and Zhang Xu's books. Drunk by the poet's solitary sail, drunk by the scholar's farewell guest house, drunk by the swordsman's chivalrous character, drunk by the affection of his children.
Yi used to be a woman who picked hibiscus in Jiangnan.
I have sung the Book of Songs, the Han Yuefu, 19 ancient poems, the backyard of homesickness, the shuttle of missing my wife, Tang poetry and Song poetry, and Yuanqu. ...
Yi was once the flying sky of Mobei Dance Moon.
I jumped over the general's arrow without edges, the soldier's bitter Qiangdi, the pipa of Zhaojun's parting, the scepter of Zhang Qian's mission, the soldier's steed and the merchant's Luo Qun.
impression ...
Those marks written on quicksand, Ren Chao came and went.
Those distant beauties ...
What can I really find? What did I find?
Or, at some casual time, I will find a clam and an ancient grain of sand.
Clear as tears.
2. Xi Murong's poem "Imprint" "Imprint"
Author: Xi Murong
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Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath just because it may change. Don't be afraid to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you may be separated.
There must be something left behind. Leave it as an immortal mark to let those who don't know know know how much I loved you.
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1, work appreciation
Seal is a poem, which is the representative work of Xi Murong, a contemporary poet and essayist.
Xi Murong seems to be standing on a high ground, looking down, telling us the way ahead and leading us to be flat. Her shoulders seem to be full of flying experiences, which makes her look so vicissitudes, so profound, so unquestionable.
Perhaps, this is what she yearns for-the vigorous love like cherry blossoms-even if the speed of withering makes you feel at a loss, it will eventually pass. Didn't you say that flowers are unbeaten?
In fact, every corner and every knot has a secret mark. At that time, we were at a loss, but when we looked back, we suddenly found that all the veins were vivid, and then smiled and understood the pain and sadness.
2. Introduction to the author:
Xi Murong, a Mongolian, is a contemporary painter, poet and essayist. Originally from Chahar Province, Inner Mongolia. 1963 graduated from the Fine Arts Department of Taiwan Province Normal University in West Murong, and 1966 completed his further study at the Royal Academy of Art in Brussels. He has won many awards such as the Royal Belgian Gold Medal and the Brussels Municipal Government Gold Medal.
He has created more than 50 kinds of poems, essays, picture albums and anthologies, and poems such as Qilixiang, Youth without Complaints and A Flowering Tree have become classics.
Xi Murong's works mainly focus on love, life and homesickness. They are beautiful in writing, elegant and transparent, lyrical and smart, full of true love for life, which has influenced the growth of a whole generation. 20 17 12, written by Xi Murong and composed by Lu, sang "Song of Hometown" and won the Best Original Single Award in the 10th China Gold Record Award.
3. Historical imprint in poetry .........................................................................................................................................................................
The spring breeze suddenly started and blew out a pool of clear water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, twisting the red apricot core by hand.
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.
Mountain Huazi by Li Yu in Southern Tang Dynasty
Xiang Lian sells green leaves, while the west wind worries about green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How much tears how much hate, lean on dry.
Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man
The moon is dark and foggy, so I can go to Lang's side tonight. Arrange socks, step on incense and carry gold shoes. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
Li Yu's "Langtaosha Order"
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Qiu can't stand the cold. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Lonely, not relying on fences, infinite mountains and rivers. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Li Yu's Meet You Huan
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, don't have a taste in your heart.
Li Yu's trick order
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind. But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
Li Yu's Broken Array
For forty years, my motherland has been three thousand miles away. The wind pavilion Long Ta even lonely people, Yushu Qiongzhi a cigarette. I've known him several times.
Once classified as ministers, Shen Yao and Pan were killed. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
Li Yu's Looking at Jiangnan
How much hate, in my dream last night. Just like swimming in the garden in the old days. In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze.
Li Yu's Looking at Jiangnan
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a ship is anchored in the depths of Lu Hua. The flute is in Yue Ming Building.
Seven Laws Reading Three sag Poems of Five Dynasties and Ten Countries/Wandering Poets in the Universe The world is gorgeous and Wan Li is boundless. The flag on Chuanjiang City changed, and the horses on the Bianshui River Bridge panicked. Winning the championship depends on the armor without armor, and the unification of the king is the dragon bed. Climbing high and looking far, the old country shines on the river in the setting sun. Attached: Seven laws and three depressions [Qing] Yan Sui became a hero and immediately set out for Shatuo, but why did Zhu Liang dominate? It is difficult to help the Tang state with one hand, and Liancheng Pool still holds mountains and rivers. There are strange children under the cloud account, and there are many tears in front of the drum horn lamp. Bleak three times, people sing for a hundred years.
4. Imprint Theme High School Students' Poetry @ Imprint
All the tides
Retreat gradually
Hanging from the treetops
It's loneliness after the noise
Some pity and weakness
A little sad
An epiphany about flowers and loneliness
When flowers and fruits alternate
Bright red mark
@ baicao
White grass
Become pale
lose blood
Withering is not what you really mean.
Temporary exhaustion
This is a severe winter situation.
Stand upright
Has always been you
Expectation from root to top
Don't believe in evil
The feeling of the wind
Rain has the color of rain.
Do not believe in heresy/fallacy
Don't worship
Who can say?
Roads on the ground
You can't come out like this.
The moon in the sky
How beautiful the moon is in the sky!
A hook caused a lot of worries.
I came by white clouds.
But I can't travel for you anymore.
My thoughts are embedded in the month.
Cann't get out of toad hall
have the luck to succeed