Tagore's bird
Xi Murong's poems are fragrant, youthful and uncomplaining, with nine chapters.
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
How to 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
Andante cantabile
Xi Murong
There must be something.
I don't understand.
Otherwise, how can vegetation
Continuous growth
Houniao can fly back to his hometown.
There must be something.
There's nothing I can do.
How can day and night alternate?
So fast, all the time
I missed the sadness and eroded my heart.
There must be something behind the fallen leaves.
I had to give up.
This is my diary when I was sixteen.
Or have I been hiding it all my life?
Those beautiful mountains and lilies
secret
young heart
Xi Murong
Never Goin' Back
Not just in ancient Guang Chen.
Not just those nights.
The stars and the moon
Although it still happens every morning
Open the window and visit.
Every summer is still
There will be jasmine fragrance.
But there are some things.
It's already lost.
In front of the crowded city streets
Fall in panic in the twilight.
My young heart
Never see each other again
My faith
Xi Murong
I believe that the essence of love is like
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
Four Seasons Xi Murong
1
Make me believe, dear.
This is my story.
It's like making me believe
blossom and fall of flowers
Is the history of the whole spring.
2
If you can forget, then
I should be able to.
Keep all the tears in your heart.
Or put them on.
The boundless sky at night in Xia Na.
three
When the wind blows,
I'm just tightening my clothes.
Protect my heart that is still singing.
Keep Qiu Lai from eavesdropping
four
Just because you can't grow in snowy places.
I can't say that I have such hope all my life.
I am a transplanted cork.
Dear, you are far north.
Home in winter
Young Xi Murong
-The third one
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
Tian Wen Yu Guangzhong
The brilliance on the water
One by one. Why?
Even at dusk?
Lights on the ground
One by one. Why?
Everything went into the night.
Stars in the sky
One by one. Why?
It's early in the morning. So what?
Our lives.
Day after day, why?
What about eternity?
When I left, ah
What took me away?
How's the weather?
Is it twilight? Faint?
Is it dark?
Is it dawn?