The Frontier of Poetry → Xi Murong

Author: Xi Murong

The frontier of volume seven

If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life like?

If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist. If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside. If you used to be a monk, I would like to burn incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you.

So when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished, just in a trance, unable to tell you in detail.

test

-One of them.

They said to put it in the water.

A small piece of alum.

You can precipitate all of it

dregs

So if

If we keep it in our hearts,

a poem

Is it okay?

Precipitate out everything of yesterday.

test

-The second one.

There is a test paper in chemistry class.

It turns red in acid and blue in alkali.

How I wish

in life

Can I have a test paper?

You can help me try it first

Twisted before my eyes

All kinds of joys and sorrows

tragicomedy

What is the long wait?

If after Qian Fan.

You appeared finally.

There will always be a moment. )

When Qian Fan was over, you suddenly came.

Your smile under the oblique light is so real.

Unbelievable.

Baipingzhou, Baipingzhou

I only have a sad and happy heart.

Only to find that everything was yesterday.

Is an indispensable arrangement.

Just for the beauty of this moment.

Let you hold me in your arms gently and piteously.

I may or may not cry.

When Qian Fan was over, you suddenly came.

I will hide all the acid. just

In Baipingzhou, in Baipingzhou.

Still floating like a cloud.

It's my faint sadness.

The sorrow of the cave

After the shower

Just like a cloud, you must forgive it.

You have to forgive women.

Unjustified sadness

deep meditation

-One of them.

When you leave silently

What I said or didn't say.

I have forgotten.

I caught my cry in the middle.

It seems to be on the page

Those jasmine flowers when we were young.

Maybe it will be many years later

One night,

Fall from the accidentally opened title page

No smell, no sound.

Out of the window, maybe at that time.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller.

deep meditation

-The second one.

When it's all over.

I know I will.

Slowly forget you.

The burden on the heart is lightened.

Please forgive me.

Life should be

Keep getting hurt, keep recovering.

The world is still a place.

Gently waiting for my mature orchard.

The sky is so blue and the trees are so green.

Life can be

So quiet and beautiful