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Qilixiang

By Xi Murong

Volume 1

Qilixiang

In such ancient years

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The same story once happened

Is the woman playing the harp also sixteen years old

Or is it me

Tonight

That is the woman

Qilixiang

The stream is eager to flow to the ocean

The tide is eager to return to the land

In front of the fence of green trees and white flowers

We once waved goodbye so easily

But after twenty years of vicissitudes

our souls return every night

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When the breeze blows

it turns into a garden full of tulips

Mature

The childhood dream fades

No longer

I just want to be an elf with wings

On a moonlit night

Lean in front of the window

It is the hands that gradually become slender

Put your hot cheek against the stone railing

In the shade of the ancient ivy

There are fireflies swimming

I no longer write a diary like a running account

Replaced with dense writing

Blurred handwriting

There are sentences that no one knows

A flowering tree

How to make you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

For this

I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years

Ask him to let us have a mortal relationship

The Buddha then turned me into a tree

Growing by the road you must pass

Under the sun Carefully blooming full of flowers

Every bloom is my hope in the previous life

When you come closer

Please listen carefully

The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting

And when you finally walked by without a care

The one who fell on the ground behind you

My friend

Those are not petals

It’s my withered heart

Ancient lovesickness song

Just looking back at you makes me miss you at dusk Chao

——Ancient Yuefu

In such ancient years

There was also the same story

The one who played the konghou Are women also sixteen?

Or

I am tonight

I am that woman

I have been playing the konghou for thousands of years Waiting

The gentle and humble soul

is the same person who wasted his time crying when the orioles were blooming

Then

Even if I shed tears, don’t laugh at me for being weak

Women from many dynasties sang the same song

Under the tree full of magnolias, they once There have been

how many separations

And in this warm spring night

How many beautiful voices have sung ancient lovesickness songs

Ferry

Let me say goodbye

Take my hand out gently

Know that longing will take root from now on

White clouds Day

The mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle

Let me say goodbye

Take my hand out gently

The years have stopped

Hot tears formed a river in my heart

It was such a helpless gaze

I couldn’t find a single flower to send to each other by the ferry

Just Pin your blessings on your lap

And tomorrow

Tomorrow is another world

Prayer

I know that this world is not absolute Okay

I also know that it has parting

It has aging

But I only have one chance

O Lord

Please listen to my prayer

Please give me a long summer

Give me a flawless memory

Give me a gentle heart Heart

Give me a pure love

I can only come to this world once

So

Please give me another beautiful love

So that he can call me low at night

In the years of running

Always remember the love we once had

Foreign land

So

Night is coming

Knocking on my November window

Wake up from the fragrance of the south

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Wake up from the dream of going home

The bright lights of Brussels

I am alone in the crowd

The crowd throws me into loneliness

The drizzle is falling

Not my tears

The trees are falling outside the window