Xi Murong's Sad Poems

Xi Murong's poems always reveal a touch of sadness, so tender, so sad and sad. Yu Wenmi, I sorted out Xi Murong's sad poems. Welcome to appreciate and learn from them.

How did Gu Yuefu 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.

Mistakes can be explained, and vows can be amended.

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.

Lotus Heart/Xi Murong

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This is a blooming Xia Lian.

How hopeful

You can see me now.

Wind and frost are not here to erode.

The autumn rain hasn't rained yet.

The green season has left me again.

I have no worries or fears.

Now is the time.

The 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

"Encounter" You draw sadness in the corner of your eyes.

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.

Twilight I like vilen before dusk.

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.