How to divide Xi Murong's frontier poems?

It's Xi Murong's frontier fortress, but the poem is slightly changed. Original sentence: If Mr. Xi Murong can really be reincarnated into the world, if there is reincarnation, what is our past life? If you are a girl picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist. If you are an urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you go away unconsciously in the grass by the roadside. If you are a monk with a side wall, I am a pillar in front of the temple. Incense burns, accompanying you with a silence, so when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished frontiers, but we can't distinguish them in detail and tell you one by one.