Xi Murong
In the mountains.
midnight
Pine forests are like waves.
The moonlight outlined the pine forest.
You said with a smile
This is not loose.
Whatever it is.
aterrimus
Transparent blue is a little light blue.
Pieces of silvery white
And a touch of green
show
Reflect your shadow in the forest
exist
In your forest
You are very hospitable.
Because you have money.
There are many stories in the mountains.
Star of Buddha's light
forest fires
The legendary sika deer
You said that.
With this
But be careful not to tell me.
That word
I'll wait.
With fossil patience
but
The moonlight made me deaf.
The mountain wind keeps coming.
at midnight
In the ancient forest
Lily is pale.
Shanyue
-The second old work
I walked on the moon.
Just because you're in the mountains
In the tears told tonight
I still see your smiling face
The mountain is dark.
My New Year has passed.
Miss the second spring return in the forest
There will still be a strong you.
Pull me up the stairs.
night with beautiful moonlight
Grass is sad.
Shanyue
-the third old work
Please listen carefully.
below the moon
A businesswoman is singing.
backyard
You must cry when you sing. )
The snow bent the branches.
tears flowing like a spring―tears welling up in one's eyes
Am I a singing business girl? )
know nothing at all
In a thousand years' dream
What kind of twists and turns?
Five hundred years ago.
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Is there a woman coming?
Song for you in tears
And the moonlight is like a mountain.
Youth is like wine.
deep meditation
Xi Murong
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
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Xi Murong
There must be something.
I don't understand.
or
Continuous growth
And migratory birds can fly back to their hometown.
There must be something.
This is beyond my ability.
or
So fast
I missed it all.
There must be something.
I had to give up.
This is my diary when I was sixteen.
still
Those beautiful mountains and lilies. "
secret
if
Xi Murong
The four seasons can be arranged extremely desolate.
If the sun is willing
Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.
If love is voluntary
I will never show up again
if you like
Besides missing you.
Dear friend
however
I will wither my thoughts at once.
if you like
Dig out every seed.
Cut off every river.
Let desolation and dryness extend to infinity.
this present life
Except for ...
A night wet with tears
if you like