Xi Murong's Poem 1 A 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.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Youth without regrets
At a young age
If you love someone,
Please be gentle with her.
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.
I also want to say goodbye.
And be grateful.
Thank her for giving you a souvenir.
You won't know until you grow up.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
Like a quiet late moon on the mountain.
common jasmin orange
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.
mountain path
I seem to have promised you
want to be with you
Walk up that beautiful mountain road
You said the hillside was full of new tea.
There are also good acacia trees.
I seem to have promised you
On a distant spring afternoon
Tonight under the lamp
Comb my first white hair
I suddenly remembered something I couldn't remember.
Keep your promise.
Unexplained sadness
On that mountain road
Are you a teenager?
Still waiting for me?
Still looking around eagerly
Exodus
Please sing a song for me.
In that forgotten ancient language
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.
Great rivers and mountains in my heart
That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.
Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?
If you don't want to hear it,
That's because ... ...
There is no desire for you in the song.
We always have to sing and sing.
Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away.
It's like sand whistling through the desert.
Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.
Heroes ride strong.
Go home with honor.
select
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.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
First met
Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are the same.
Both, but not desirable.
It often appears at the most unexpected moment.
I like that dream.
In the dream, everything can start all over again.
Everything can be explained slowly.
I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.
The ecstasy and gratitude when you can come back.
My heart is full of happiness.
Just because you're right in front of me
Smile at me like you did then.
I really like that dream.
Know that you have traveled thousands of miles for me.
But I think the grass is delicious and the color is bright.
It seems that you and I just met.
Revelation in the rain
If it rains after rain
If there is still sorrow after sorrow.
Please let me face this separation calmly.
Leave and keep looking with a smile
A you who will never appear again.
youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
trust
I believe that the nature of love and
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
frontier
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world.
So my love, what was our past life like?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
Why?
I can lock the pen. Why?
But can't lock love and sadness.
Why in a long life?
Joy is always love at first sight.
The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time.
hope
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
say goodbye to
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 present 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.
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?
Like the grassland in autumn.
Withered and withered together
Let's meet, too
Meet each other late.
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 elegy
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.
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.
Just change, be happy, or be 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
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
Xi Murong's poem After Rain 2
Life can actually be a poem.
Quietly hope, seek
The color of the curtains gradually deepened.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears.
For all missed or missed encounters.
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Three Mistakes in Xi Murong's Poetry/Xi Murong
If love can explain
Vows can be modified.
if
The encounter between you and me
Can be rescheduled
therefore
Life will be easier.
if
one day
I can finally forget you.
however
this is not
A random legend
Not tomorrow's play.
I can't find the manuscript.
And put you
Erase you.
A Review of Xi Murong's Poetry 4/ Xi Murong
In previous lives, I looked back frequently.
Farewell handkerchief floating into the clouds.
How much you miss, how much you leave.
The last watermark sent me away.
In this life, I look for lost footprints in previous lives.
Walk through Qian Shan and walk into your eyes.
Looking back on the past 500 times
In exchange for a pass for this life.
I looked back a thousand times.
In exchange for stopping in front of you in this life
Ask Buddha: How many times do you want to turn around?
To really live in your heart.
Buddha is speechless,
I have to look back often.
Like a moth to a fire.
You can ignore the consequences, you can have no reason.
Looking back and looking back.
Thousands of times
You are in my eyes, in my heart.
I often look back and look forward to your tenderness.
I often recall my wish to be together.
I looked back on the boat in my previous life.
Lotus leaf piece by piece.
Join the sadness in my eyes
The Buddha in this life has fulfilled my yearning.
Let me into your eyes
I've been looking for it for a long time. I'm tired.
Just want to rest in your arms
Just want your hand
Wipe the tears from my face.
Just want to know your temperature.
Warm my cold hands
Don't ask me why.
I will always find you in my life.
I didn't drink Meng Po Tang.
I care about you in my heart.
Don't ask me why I am crying.
I didn't drink Meng Po Tang.
I still remember the despair when I left in my last life.
Said I cried with joy.
Tears fall on your lapel.
All kinds of sadness in my last life
Bloom into a dense lilac tree
I just want to hold hands with you under the tree.
Look at that flower with five petals. It indicates our happiness.
I still often look back in my life.
I still don't drink Meng Po Tang in my life.
In the afterlife, I will look for you all the way.
I will be with you in the afterlife.
Hand in hand looking for five cloves