Qili Xiangli mainly expresses the author's nostalgia. Xi Murong grew up in the grassland when he was a child. I personally think that most of the works in Qili Xiangli are mainly about the author's nostalgia for his hometown, longing for the vast grassland, and homesickness.
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Qilixiang
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean
The wave is eager to return to the land
In front of the fence of green trees and white flowers
We waved goodbye so easily
But twenty years later
Our souls return every night
When the breeze blows
It turned into a garden full of tulips
Appreciation: This is a delicate and touching beautiful poem, full of sincere and fervent love. When we walk through colorful flowers, pleasant paths, or pass by a solitary flower or a piece of remaining green, do we think that some of the wild creatures around us are watching us and blessing us? Hold us, love us deeply, be beautiful and happy because of our existence?
Love is a kind of pain, but also a kind of happiness; sadness is a kind of happiness, but also a kind of pain. Is there really reincarnation that enables the continuation and transmission of emotions? Or does the beauty around you itself reveal the message of love?
When we are children, we wish to be a flowering tree and long for maturity. But time ignores desire. Growth and transformation are the inevitable processes of flowers blooming and falling. The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage.
The flowers blooming under the sun are full of rich colors, and the desolation of the fallen flowers on the ground is sudden and sad. Could it be that it really took ten thousand years to cultivate the human form, and another ten thousand years to cultivate the seven emotions and six desires, so that I could stand in front of the one I love and shed my first tear.
Perhaps it was destined to be wrong from the beginning, but I don’t want to believe that our fate was only a coincidence. Five hundred years of waiting have brought back the moment of meeting. If I wait another five hundred years or more, will you look at me and see how my expectations all fall away for you?
A tree blooms only once, and a person is beautiful only once. Just because you can meet me, at my most beautiful moment, but you walk by indifferently, stepping on layers of flowers falling. Only then did I realize: Meeting is not beautiful, meeting is wrong.
Blessed are those who can truly love in ordinary days!
This poem allows us to see a lonely heart, full of expectations for love but seemingly unknown. Her (his) emotions are sincere and passionate, and her sad feelings are full of perseverance and permanence. Become a sign - love requires persistence.