If you meet me, we can reschedule.
Then, life will be easier.
If one day,
I can finally forget you.
However, this is not a random story.
Not tomorrow's play.
I couldn't find the manuscript and erased you.
-Xi Murong's "Error"
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
Just because I think when I look back at you, I miss you both.
-Xi Murong's "Gu Yue Fu"
When you are young, if you love someone,
Please be gentle with him.
No matter how long you have been in love,
If you can always be gentle with each other, then,
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye,
I also thank you in my heart for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that when you look back,
Youth without resentment has no regrets,
Like a quiet full moon on the mountain.
-Xi Murong's Youth Without Complaints
I am a blooming summer lotus,
I hope you can see it now.
Wind and frost are not to be eroded,
Autumn rain has not yet fallen.
The green season has left me again,
I am elegant, not worried or afraid.
Now, to be exact,
The most beautiful moment,
The heavy door was locked,
After the fragrant smile,
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance,
Either come too early, or,
too late ...
-Xi Murong's Lotus Heart
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's the woman.
It has been waiting for thousands of years.
That gentle and humble soul
It was the time when Yinger bloomed, and she lingered and cried.
The same person.
Then even if I cry, don't laugh at my weakness.
How many dynasties have women sung the same song?
There is one under a tree full of magnolia flowers.
How many times did you part?
On this warm spring night
How many beautiful voices have sung ancient love songs?
-Xi Murong's "Ancient Lovesickness"
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
Let me bow and thank all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you and leave you.
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
-Xi Murong's Choice
You draw sadness in the corner of your eye.
I put wandering on my forehead.
You add a few strands of white hair to your mind.
I let the years carve my gaunt hands.
Then we pass by the corner.
No longer know each other coldly.
ah
Dear friend
Please don't blame that youthful appearance.
We are makeup artists ourselves.
-Xi Murong's "Encounter"
I have been looking forward to a beautiful love.
So I will abandon you without hesitation.
On the road of wandering, I have been looking for it.
But I didn't expect to turn back
You are young, and you will never go far.
You have never been a little separated in my heart.
When spring comes, they sing again and again.
"Grey sand inflammation on binjiang road" yue
Moonlight in front of Lishui Street.
Who picked the jasmine flowers in the garden that morning?
A skirt fluttering in the wind at the ferry head
Surf in the wind and fall.
The years buried deep underground turned into amber.
Before the gray dawn, I looked back in dismay.
Dear friends.
Does a bird have to burn itself to become a phoenix?
Is it necessary for youth to be stupid?
Love will be sad.
-Xi Murong "Looking Back"
Forever hope
The moonlit night at the age of twenty.
You can come back again
Live that life again
however
Shangshifeng
Don
How many flowers?
How many idle girls are there?
I think after they return to the jade steps.
I can only cut roses in vain.
Insert into a bottle
-Xi Murong's Millennium wish
The woman waded into the river to pick hibiscus.
Just yesterday.
And the white clouds on the river for thousands of years
It just stayed.
A few nameless poems
So my experience today
What's the difference
Love that once made me cry so much.
In retrospect, this is too much.
well
-Xi Murong's Enlightenment
I like vilen in the twilight.
At this moment
All the colors are quiet.
Darkness hasn't come yet.
On the lush green hills
The last fight is still passionate.
I also like life before dusk.
At this moment
All the stories have taken shape.
And the end hasn't come yet.
I smiled and looked back again.
Looking for my wandering sad heart.
-Xi Murong's Twilight
I know that no beautiful person will refuse or stay for anyone.
So, I hung my love and sadness on the wall for exhibition.
Then sell it.
-Xi Murong Art Exhibition
Why should I love you?
The sea has overflowed.
Cross the beach of my life
Retreat in such a hurry
Take away youth.
Take away youth.
Scatter the stars all over the sky
The mountains are still the same, and the trees are still the same.
My feet are no longer the current of yesterday.
The wind is clear and the clouds are light.
Wild lilies scattered on the top of the mountain at dusk.
Who became the laurel tree in the moonlight?
You can escape missing every night.
-Xi Murong's "Laurel's Wish"
It's nothing if the fog clears.
I am very worried
I promise you, when the fog clears,
I will leave.
Through the plants full of new tea and acacia
After tracking, I know
The road ahead will cross the slope where Miscanthus grows.
As far as I know, straight to the top.
Life must go from abundance to decay.
So if I'm in this foggy corner,
Hesitate a little or write occasionally.
Love Poem
Actually, there is nothing to worry about.
Some invitations in life should not be forgotten.
I promised you that I would only wait for you.
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Not all dreams can come true in time.
Not everything is told to you in time.
Guilt and regret
Always plant it deeply in your heart after parting.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
Eventually it will be empty.
I didn't mean to miss it.
But I've been doing this all the time
Miss yesterday's flowers.
Missed the gift again
We are going to repeat the same parting today.
I will be a stranger for the rest of my life.
Walk a thousand miles.
In the twilight
Bow deeply to you
Please take care of me.
Although they say there are all kinds of things in the world.
It will be empty in the end.
Pick up a letter from a friend
Failed
Is it just a day in late spring?
Forgotten
Just you and my face?
Rush to the eyes
It's a dusty day and night.
Dusty Chinese New Year and autumn grass
The arched eyebrows slowly receded.
This is a silent song.
A poem without words
fierce/wild/violent wind
Just bow your head and say goodbye.
Is there anything in the world that can really go back?
What about the river?
Just like the grassland meeting in autumn.
Withered and withered together
Let's meet, too
Meet and forget each other
It's just that the wind never stops.
Always in a hurry in the forest.
On the side of the mountain, on a strange street corner.
Sweep my mottled heart
Cleaning, those left behind
Memory is like autumn leaves.
Sad song
I will never see you again in my life.
Just to see you again
It's not you anymore
You in my heart will never appear again.
What reappears is just some vicissitudes of life.
Memories of the sun, the moon and the fleeting time
ferry
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
Clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Chinese new year has stopped since then.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
homesickness
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
love you
What is rippling in my heart is a cloud.
Go on and say whether you love me or not.
You can choose those difficult words.
Arrange them over and over again.
Go ahead, my friend.
I will understand how you feel.
It's good to change, happy or indifferent.
You can try complex masks.
Take some detours
Do it, my friend.
I will understand how you feel.
Although the world has changed
Although the ideas in Friends are unpredictable.
I only know friends.
You are my first and last love.
In the distant starry sky, I am yours.
I am yours.
Forever vagrants spend their wandering lives.
Quietly guarding
Your tenderness and your happiness
But friends
Drifting in the corridor of stars
I miss you, but I can't pass it on.
Wanderer's mood
Do you understand, my friend?
Love you forever
Walk with you
I've always wanted to walk up that beautiful mountain road with you.
There are gentle winds, white clouds and you around me.
Listen to my happy and grateful heart
My request is actually very small, as long as there is such a summer.
Just walk through that once.
The day and night that greeted me were unexpected arrangements.
There are so many trivial mistakes that separate us slowly and slowly.
Tonight made me finally understand
All the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't go any way in the world.
Walk with you
dusk
On a young night
I heard a song.
A touch of pity and lingering
Like a mountain wind blowing through lilies.
When you crave again
But it is silent.
No trace, no trace, no place.
Leave moonlight to soak people's skin
One night twenty years later.
What is the similarity of that night?
Unexpectedly, the melody came lightly.
The mountain drum should hit my heart.
Looking back on the road.
The green of the gray horizon
This is a hard life.
In the twilight
Turned into sweet tears
Lotus's heart
I am a blooming summer lotus.
How hopeful
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not here to erode.
The autumn rain did not fall.
The green season has left me again.
I have no worries or fears.
Now is the time.
My 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
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 1000 and 100 are all.
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.
Portrait of a tree
When the smile in the wind is no longer fragrant
The gentle words were silenced.
When the pupils of the stars become colder and darker.
And the trails in Qianshan are extinct.
I'm just a lonely tree
Resist the arrival of autumn
Zen (-)
When you leave silently
What has been said or not has been forgotten.
I also write tears on the pages.
Just like those jasmine flowers when we were young.
Maybe one evening after many years.
Fall from the occasionally opened title page
No smell, no sound.
Maybe it fell out of the window.
Very thin
Zen (2)
When it's all over.
I know
I will forget you.
The burden on the heart is lightened.
Please forgive me.
Life should be constantly injured and restored.
The world is still a place.
Gently waiting for my mature orchard.
The sky is so blue.
The trees are so green.
Life can be so calm, beautiful rain.
When the fog rises,
I was in your arms when the fog started.
The forest is full of moist fragrance.
Full of youthful times that are constantly being reproduced.
After the fog cleared.
But it's been a lifetime.
The mountain is empty and the lake is still.
It's just that among thousands of people.
I will never get my back wrong.
history museum
-can a person's life be like a museum?
one
At first, there was only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning, the clouds dispersed.
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
And burn love and faith in it
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
All the stories at that time
It all started with a fragrant river.
Thousands of hibiscus flowers crossed the river.
Poetry is simple, and the heart is simple.
two
Seasonal variation of the rapid flight of geese and birds
I slowly looked south along the river.
There are woodcarving Guanyin round hands.
There is also a beautifully carved one.
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
The shattered flying sky gradually appeared.
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Repeated descriptions from generation to generation
three
But what went wrong?
Why in the thousand generations of reincarnation
I always miss the moment of hope.
I did it for you before the sandstorm came.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
Why after the sandstorm?
There are always some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home on a moonlit night.
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa to urge you to get on the horse.
At that time, the world used to be rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth, only
Wan Li withered red willow and poplar yellow sand
four
As if walking back and forth
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of unsolvable tenderness.
Endless spring days embroidered with colored silk thread
The farther away, the thicker the clouds are.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cupboard, and I am already inside the cupboard.
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
You seem to hear some voices in your mistakes.
Of course, you can't believe it.
All the silk, all the silk.
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
It is all my love for you.
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
six
In the twilight, you turn and drift away.
The corridor is silent, and the gods are silent.
I finally turned stone into stone, just like in my last life.
There are ten million hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian outside the gallery.
Gently open in the water
Light purple soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
In the poetic time, slowly fade away.
Experiment 1
They said to put it in the water.
A small piece of alum.
You can precipitate all of it
dregs
So if
If we keep it in our hearts,
a poem
Is it okay?
Precipitate out everything of yesterday.
Experiments-Part II
There is a test paper in chemistry class.
It turns red in acid and blue in alkali.
How I wish
in life
Can I have a test paper?
You can help me try it first
Twisted before my eyes
All kinds of joys and sorrows
tragicomedy
What is the long wait?
If after Qian Fan.
You appeared finally.
There will always be a moment. )
When Qian Fan was over, you suddenly came.
Your smile under the oblique light is so real.
Unbelievable.
Baipingzhou, Baipingzhou
I only have a sad and happy heart.
Only to find that everything was yesterday.
Is an indispensable arrangement.
Just for the beauty of this moment.
Let you hold me in your arms gently and piteously.
I may or may not cry.
When Qian Fan was over, you suddenly came.
I will hide all the acid. just
In Baipingzhou, in Baipingzhou.
Still floating like a cloud.
This is a hint to me.