On the surface, poetry is a flower that pours out her heart, but in essence it is a girl's emotional self-report. Every sentence of the poem goes straight to the heart, simple but not boring, like a clear spring flowing into the heart, elegant and sweet, refreshing. As he wrote in his prose: the lighter you are, the more you can feel the sense of eternity; The clearer you are, the more you can feel sincerity; The softer, the more pure you can feel. Gently and quietly, like drinking tea; Like to make friends; Just like a memory. The feelings of poetry seem to infect you, surge you, make you intoxicated, lost and forgotten involuntarily, and let your thoughts fly to every corner of your heart. ...
I'm afraid only girls will show this delicate feeling.
"If" is about a woman's yearning for love, persistent pursuit of love, hesitation about her lover, reluctance to let go and separation. All emotions are tears, which slowly flow down in silence.
That man occupied too much in his heart and dug up a large blank, which brought loneliness, helplessness and emptiness that no one could fill. In fact, she just wants to say that the four seasons can be dim and the sunshine can be dim, but love will be an eternal river that will never stop. Recite with tenderness, and then explain calmly but with subtle touch.
Original text:
Heart of Lotus/Xi Murong
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
If/ Xi Murong
The four seasons can be arranged extremely desolate.
If the sun is willing
Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.
If love is voluntary
I will never show up again
if you like
Besides missing you.
Dear friend, I have nothing.
However, if you like.
I will wither my thoughts at once.
I will if you like.
Dig out every seed.
Cut off every river.
Let desolation and dryness extend to infinity.
I will never think of you again in my life.
Except for some places.
A night wet with tears
If, if you like,