That was a sincere promise when I was young. I want to walk side by side with you, hand in hand, along that winding and rugged mountain road. Along the mountain road is a large piece of blooming red new camellia. Acacia is slender and delicate, with branches and leaves connected. It was a beautiful dream, and I couldn't bear to touch it in the spring afternoon. When I promise, I have no doubt that it will come true. Xu Haihuan thinks that you will choose the most gorgeous flowers and wear my hair with clear sideburns. It was warm in spring and breezy. You brushed away long bangs, who blocked my eyes for me? We walked slowly, steadily and step by step with each other.
It's just that I've always been affectionate, but I don't know why. Promise can't compete with lies, promise can't compete with time, and some promises can't be realized in the end.
The road is drifting away. Looking back on the past journey, there are always some unforgettable memories that distance can't stop and people can't forget. Even with pain and tears, Emei's days are getting shorter and shorter, and the horizon is getting longer and longer, but I will still stick to your direction and remember it forever.
The simplest words are brewing the most full feelings. This poem inherits the consistent style of Xi Murong's works: gentle and indifferent, quiet and soothing. However, soft sentences do not hinder emotional firmness. "I seem to have promised you" expresses persistence and stubbornness that cannot be delayed, not "like", but. I promised you, and I never meant to break your promise. "I've always wanted to, with you, to a better road. There are soft winds and white clouds, you are by my side, listening to my happy and grateful heart. " "Come to me, day after day, are unexpected arrangements, there are so many trivial mistakes, slowly separate us. Tonight made me finally understand. All the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't walk with you on any road in the world. "
Recalling the time that has faded away, I can't help but feel a twinge of yearning, just like the fine acacia tree on the mountain road, where every flower and every fruit are hastily buried in this long time with nowhere to tell. Acacia, v. Acacia, what can better express this feeling than this scene?
But whose life can have no regrets? We finally failed to wait until the moment when we kept our promise together. "Some inexplicable sadness", nine understated words, full of many vicissitudes of life, I can't help but go with the flow. Today, I, the wind and frost have invaded my temples, and the powder can't cover the vicissitudes of my eyebrows, but I still dare not forget you easily. When I think of that promise that turned into a lie, I can't even beg your forgiveness. In the afternoon when I broke my word, you wandered on the mountain road. Have you looked in the direction I came from again and again? Your young face is full of anxiety and melancholy, and your bright eyes are full of loss and sadness. Since then, rivers and lakes have forgotten each other. I can never explain to you, those unspeakable trivial mistakes, the ruthless direction of fate.
Xi Murong believes in Buddhism, so there are many causal cycles in her poems, which create the fatalism of nature. She believes that the love in this life is predestined in the previous life, so whether the ending is happy or sad, we should accept it frankly. These are all reflected in the poem "Mountain Road". It was an unforgettable feeling, but it had to end in tragedy. However, there are no hysterical regrets and tears, and there are no gratifying complaints and sorrows. I just sat quietly in front of the mirror, combing my first wisp of white hair, and sighed for a long time, slightly like the Buddha putting down the flowers at his fingertips.
As a painter, Xi Murong is good at turning meaningful feelings into reality and embedding one or two warm artistic conceptions. Painting in poetry, poetry hidden in painting, full of feelings flowing in painting, spraying in poetry. Poetic and picturesque, the pen is affectionate, and the place where the pen is written is touching.
The poet built a colorful emotional pavilion with such simple and clean words. There is a slight regret, a sigh, memories of the past and helplessness to reality ... This feeling contains love and transcends love, which is a sigh for all the irreparable regrets in life. It's like my mother died before she could cook her a steaming meal; I never calmly printed a gentle kiss on my lover's forehead, but my lover has boarded the train. Life is hard to escape the shackles and restrictions, but sadness is like water. Once poured out, it is empty and clear. Buddha said that life has eight sufferings: birth, old age, death, parting, complaining for a long time, begging and letting go. Sigh and let go of the hardships of life.
Life is always inevitable regrets, difficulties or scars, all of which are inevitable life forms. We tend to be too obsessed with the ending, but there is always something that can transcend the ending and gain eternity. There is only one ending, but the process is different. The ending can not affect the process, nor can it affect love. The great love of life is born in seven difficulties and eight difficulties. Like, when I have gone through many vicissitudes and my white hair is like frost, I can still recall your youthful appearance.