Qilixiang
Author: Xi Murong
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean
The tide is eager to return to the land
< p>In front of the fence of green trees and white flowersWe waved goodbye so easily
But after twenty years of vicissitudes
Our souls return every night
When the breeze blows, it turns into fragrant flowers in the garden
Appreciation:
This little poem is one of the few by Xi Murong that I can fully recite One of the poems. At that time, I was obsessed with Xi Murong's poems and bought several poetry collections. Not only did I read them myself, I also gave them to others to read. The poems of mainland poets that I used to study in textbooks always seemed serious, without any smiles at all. Especially the poems written after the founding of the People's Republic of China are mostly stern-faced and unsmiling, which is annoying. Those poems can no longer be found. It didn't leave any impression on my mind.
The impression Xi Murong’s poems gave me is just two words: beautiful. Among the poets of the May Fourth period, I like Xu Zhimo; among those from Hong Kong and Taiwan, I like Xi Murong. Regardless of the content or form, Xi's poems are so beautiful that people can't bear to put them down. Of course, when it comes to artistry and artistic conception, I can’t say much, so all I can write is my own interpretation and perception of this poem.
“The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the wave is eager to return to the land.” The river and the wave are a pair of opposing images. The river water represents youth and frivolity, forging ahead, and not knowing what it feels like to be sad. It has its sights set on the sea and the outside world, so it ignores it and rushes toward the sea; and the waves have been wandering in the sea for many years. , are tired of wandering, so they are eager to return to the land. This pair of enemies have different ideas and insights. In fact, they are destined to break up.
“I waved goodbye so easily in front of the fence of green trees and white flowers.” When we first fall in love, we don’t understand love. It may be just for a word, or it may be due to an accidental quarrel, so decisively break up. In the spring when everything revives, breaking up in front of green trees and white flowers is so poignant and sad. Just a fence separated us forever. He waved his hand without even looking back.
"But after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night." Only what we have lost can we know how to cherish. After traveling all over the world, when I feel tired and tired, I remember and miss the original beauty. If life is just like the first meeting, what's the matter with the painting fan written by Xifeng. However, twenty years have passed since the original breakup. Although the soul comes back every night, has it ever found you before?
"When the breeze blows, it turns into a garden full of tulips." Things are different and people are different. Everything is different, and tears flow before words are spoken. Everything has changed. Even if I meet you again, it will never be the same again. My deep thoughts and deep remembrances can only be kept deep in my heart. After so many years, the grudges of those years no longer exist. It’s still that fence, it’s still that clump of green trees and white flowers, love, hate, and hatred have long gone with the wind. The breeze blew by, and all the smell of gunpowder disappeared, leaving only a faint scent of tuxiang. This fragrance is not the fragrance of flowers, nor the fragrance of grass, nor even the fragrance of nature, but the fragrance of the heart of the person who was once passionately in love, which comes from the bottom of the heart and comes from the true feelings.
The poem is very short. If you taste it carefully, you can easily read the faint sadness and slight disappointment. However, when people grow up, time always moves forward. No matter how much you regret, you can never go back to the past! The return of your soul and the fragrance of the breeze are just beautiful blessings and prayers from the bottom of your heart.
The images of river water, waves, green trees, white flowers, souls, and tulips come one after another, but they don’t feel cluttered. The colors are bright and the layers are clear, and it reads as if a picture is unfolding before your eyes. Xi Murong is both a poet and a painter. With just a few strokes, he sketches out exquisite paintings that are impressive.