Xi Murong's poem about mood 1. Kneeling: The Background of Xi Murong's Poem Beautiful Mood
Beautiful mood
If life is a pillar
A speeding train
Happiness and sadness are
Those two tracks
Stay close behind me
All the moments are hasty and vague.
Unless you can stop and look back.
Only in the moment of looking back.
In order to get a clear and clear
Sour and pungent, so only
When it's too late
In order to find a way
A good mood without regrets
At the beginning of the poem, life is compared to a train, happiness and sadness are compared to two tracks of the train, and two major themes of life are pointed out: happiness and sadness.
"All moments are hasty and vague, unless you can stop and look back far away, only when you look back can you have a clear and sour feeling": The course of life is so hasty that people can't stop but can't stop thinking back. These words express the author's nostalgia and farewell to the years of life.
So this is just
When it's too late
In order to find a way
A good mood without regrets
It serves to show the moral of the author's good mood, that is, to experience sadness and happiness in the journey of life. No matter what you have experienced, you can only have this good mood if you walk without regrets.
2. Xi Murong's sad poems
mountain path
I seem to have promised you
want to be with you
Walk up that beautiful mountain road
You said the hillside was full of new tea.
There are also good acacia trees.
I seem to have promised you
On a distant spring afternoon
Tonight under the lamp
Comb my first white hair
I suddenly remembered something I couldn't remember.
Keep your promise.
Unexplained sadness
On that mountain road
Are you a teenager?
Still waiting for me?
Still looking around eagerly
believe
I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all light and shadow match each other.
I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I couldn't say when I was young.
I believe that God has arranged everything, and I also believe that if you are willing to come back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other.
3. Xi Murong's saddest poem
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes 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
I first came into contact with this poem when I was an intern in Boluo. When you are free, read crazy English magazines with me. There is often a famous English poem in the middle. At that time, I met this most beautiful and sad love poem. At the beginning, I recited the English version. We recited it with our wife at that time. Maybe I didn't have much contact at school, but what impressed me most was her internship-it was really innocent and lovely at that time! Even Xiao Jing has to say that she is as cute as a child. And when she read that poem, she also had a lovely childlike innocence. I remember the inexplicable scandal between her and Kazutaro at that time-one day Lao Yuan told me excitedly that they were on the rooftop together ... Haha, I've never seen Lao Yuan laugh so happily and excitedly ... Then somehow no one mentioned it again. If it weren't for this poem, I might have forgotten it.
Alas, I always keep telling myself not to dwell on the good memories of the past, but I still can't help remembering. Some people say that when people are unhappy, they will always think about the past, maybe. I knew nothing about feelings before, and I was almost numb. Later, I became more and more sensitive, so that the flowers and plants around me would make me sad at any time-perhaps not to the extent that Wei and Jin writers saw the flowing water of the Yangtze River in tears.
Suddenly I really want to listen to this song—
I can't expect the person I love.
I know I am willing to wait.
I can't hurt people who love me.
A moment's tenderness can't fool people. ...
It was so heartbreaking at first. I like listening to songs very much, and I also like singing by myself. Many good songs are loved because of the infection of lyrics. Maybe they were originally an emotional poem, so I don't know that I can't sing well, but I can be sure that I sang with my heart and devoted myself to it. Maybe I always feel that the protagonist in the poem is me.
Maybe,
We are all good children, the most lovely children. ...
People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? I have told Fei Xia before that I am indifferent to my feelings, even numb, and I can't cry no matter what misfortune I encounter. Maybe I am. Maybe I lost too many tears after too much sadness. I don't know the salty taste of tears. But now I feel so bitter and uncomfortable that I don't flow out.
The sky is still cloudy and pigeons are still flying. ...
Today, the weather in Shenyang is still cloudy, with no blue sky and sunny sun, but the cloudy day here is still so dry, so even without pigeons, it is still a beautiful day, just painted with another color. BEYOND said that colorful colors are beautiful because they don't separate each color ... so I should believe that the sky is still beautiful. Don't be sad even if there are no pigeons. As Tagore said—
There is no trace of birds in the air, but I have tried to fly …
Remember a ballad I learned to sing when I was a child:
pigeon
Soar in the blue sky
Bring me ardent hope.
my heart
Be with you forever
Fly bravely into the distance ...
Fly, fly, my beloved pigeon.
Fly bravely into the distance ...
Fly, fly! Forget all the sadness and fly forward bravely!
4. Xi Murong's classic poems
How can a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years, so form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. These flowers were all my hopes in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally ignore my friends who are behind you, they are not petals. That's my withered heart. Qilixiang's stream longs for the waves flowing to the ocean, but it is thirsty. I hope to return to land. I waved goodbye so easily in front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night. When the breeze blows, it becomes a fragrant plug-in song in the garden. Please sing an external song for me. Please gently call out the great rivers and mountains in my heart with a beautiful vibrato. Who says the tone of the plug-in song is too sad? If you don't like it, it's because there is no desire for you in the song, and we always have to sing it like a thousand miles away. Shining with golden light, like a sandstorm whistling through the desert, like a hero riding a horse back to his hometown on the shady mountain on the bank of the Yellow River, if I only meet you once in my next life, just for the moment when all the sweetness and sadness are hundreds of millions of light years away, then let everything that should happen appear in an instant. I bow down and thank all the planets for their help, so that I can meet you and leave you, complete a poem written by God, and then grow old and meet beautiful poems. I like that dream. In that dream, everything can be started again, and everything can be explained slowly in my heart. I can even feel the ecstasy and gratitude when all the wasted time can be resumed, just because you smiled at me in front of my eyes, just as I knew that you had traveled thousands of miles for me, but I felt that the grass was delicious and colorful, as if you and I had just met in the rain. I really liked that dream. If rain remains after rain, if sorrow remains after sorrow, please let me face this parting calmly and continue to look for an impossibility. All the endings of your youth have been written, all the tears have started, but suddenly you forget what it is like. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how I pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and pale, and gradually disappears in the dim light of the setting sun. I read and read, tears filled my eyes, but I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty. I believe that the essence of love is as simple and gentle as life. I believe that all light and shadow are reflected and matched. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that 300 poems repeatedly tell only one sentence, which I failed to say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything. I also believe that if you want to go with me. Tracing back to the source, the remote and humble source, we will eventually understand each other. If frontier people can really be reincarnated into the world, what was our past life like? If you are a girl picking lotus in Jiangnan, I must be the one you miss under your wrist. If you are an urchin who plays truant, I must be the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you go away unconsciously in the grass by the roadside. If you are a monk facing the wall, I must be a pillar burning incense in front of the temple. You have a quiet time, so when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished frontiers, but we can't distinguish them in detail. We can't tell you one by one why I can lock my pen, but why I can't lock my love and sadness. In the long life, why does the joy at first sight always fade away? The most urgent expectation is the most beautiful time. In fact, all I expected was that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if you can love it once and then leave, then looking back, the long life is just a short farewell. Not all dreams can be realized in time, and not all words can tell you that guilt and regret will always be deeply planted in your heart after you leave. Although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty, I don't mean to miss it. It's just that I have been doing this all the time, remembering yesterday's blossoming and repeating the same farewell today. I will be a stranger for the rest of my life, and I will bow deeply to you at dusk. Please take good care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty. It is not only the postponed spring day that fails, but also the forgotten faces of you and me. What caught my eye was dusty day, dusty night, dusty New Year, autumn grass, low head and slowly retreating eyebrows, which was a silent poem. Sad songs will never be seen again in my life. What is goodbye is no longer in your heart. What reappears is only the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon and the fleeting ferry. Let me shake your hand and gently take out my hand until I know that my thoughts have taken root. The mountains and rivers during the day are solemn and gentle. Let me shake your hand and gently pull your hand out. Tears will stop from now on. Staring at the ferry is so helpless. If you can't find flowers to send, just pin your blessings on your chest. Tomorrow is distant youth. If you love someone, please be gentle. Treat her no matter how long or short you love each other, if you can always treat each other gently, then all the moments will be flawless beauty. If you have to part, say goodbye and thank her in your heart. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment has no regrets at the moment when you suddenly look back, such as the quiet late moon on the mountain and the homesick song in your hometown, which is always played on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings. Is a floating cloud in my heart. Say it directly, say whether you love me or not, choose those difficult words and arrange them repeatedly. Speak, my friend, and I will understand your feelings. Try all the complicated masks and take some tortuous paths. Do it, my friend. Although the world is changing, I will understand your feelings.
5. Xi Murong: Poems and feelings under the lamp.
I have always liked Xi Murong's poems and essays, especially poems, which exude a faint Roland atmosphere between the lines, fresh and hazy, dreamlike. Her poems always have a touch of bitterness, but they can well express her love for life and her recollection of youth. What she wrote is not only the kind of love that she dreams of "absolute tolerance, absolute sincerity, absolute resentment and absolute beauty", but also to commemorate the mark left by love in unforgettable youth. The woman who wrote beautiful poems once said, "Writing poems is just a rest after a hard day's work." She wrote poems to "commemorate a distant time and the small world that only exists in my heart". In her poems, there is love and nostalgia, and every emotion is rich and delicate, which makes people intoxicated.
I like her song A Flowering Tree very much. "How can you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years. Praying for the Buddha made us have a dusty relationship. " How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful time … seemingly understated tone, but it contains deep feelings. If that tree has its own consciousness, I think it should be the best wish in its heart. When the delicate flower of youth blooms with deep beauty, I always expect someone to see it at this time, and the best person is the one I think of in my heart, or the one I decide to hit. No one likes the lost beauty, wandering alone in fate, waking up with only flowers scattered after the rain, infinitely lonely, but suffering from no one to appreciate. "I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years, and chanting Buddha has given us a dusty feeling." What a shocking determination, how many people have come and returned in our lives, have we ever thought about who we should try to leave behind? How many things don't leave many memories in our lives, so have we ever thought about struggling hard without leaving regrets, and not looking back at the end of our lives only to find that there are no good memories to remember, only a sigh and four words-that's all!
I've always wondered what it would be like if Xi Murong wrote again and again. Later, I finally understood that the so-called boy was not the one who moved her. His figure may have faded away in her heart. Xi Murong wrote about the memory of lost youth and the capture of those ethereal feelings of love. She gave all the love that is difficult to express directly to the memory or imaginary scene. Such an encounter, such a dusk, such a flowering tree are undoubtedly the testimony of youth love. Even if everything is like a cloud in the end, she will ask, "Is it necessary for youth to be ignorant, and will love be sad?"
In the world of Xi Murong's poetry, homesickness is a melody that whirls forever. Born in Inner Mongolia, she had never seen her hometown before she was 46 years old. The endless Inner Mongolia prairie in vast expanse has always been in the poet's mind. "After parting/homesickness is a tree without rings/it won't grow old." A deep homesickness runs through Xi Murong's words: "Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away, like a sandstorm whistling through the desert, like the banks of the Yellow River and Yinshan Mountain."
"Not all dreams can be realized in time, and not all words have time to tell you. Guilt and regret are always deeply rooted in my heart after leaving ... I bow down to you deeply in the evening, please take care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty. " This poem comes from another of her poems, Farewell. When the author misses something, the first thing he feels is regret and regret, but the author is good at adjusting his emotions, so he finally said, "All kinds of things in the world will eventually become empty." Whether it's comforting yourself or seeing through it, it's always effective to adjust your mentality. But now we are always easy to indulge in one thing, one emotion, one person ... I don't know if we forgot to get out of it, or if we don't want to, so that life is always muddled and then we continue to miss it again and again. What we need is a mind like the author and cherish the present. Recalling the past is for a better life now.
Xi Murong's poems always give me a lot of room for imagination and thinking, not just "a flowering tree" or "parting" ...
6. What are Xi Murong's beautiful poems?
I like modern poetry, especially Xi Murong's works. The following poems are extracted from my collection of poems, and I will give them to you for appreciation. ...
Xi Murong-elegant and transparent, lyrical and smart, full of true love for life.
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the waves are eager to return to the earth. (Qilixiang)
Dear friends, please don't blame young people for changing their appearance. We are makeup artists ourselves. (Accidental encounter)
All the endings were written and all the tears were set off, but suddenly I forgot how it started, in that ancient summer that never came back. (one of the youth)
I know that whatever is beautiful will never and will not stay for anyone. (Art Exhibition)
It is a worry that makes people thin day by day, an inexplicable sadness before lifting chopsticks, a never-ending banquet in memory, and a drunkenness that can't be drunk or drunk. (feast of love)
Am I really in love with you? Am I in love with youth that never comes back? (confused)
Flowers bloom and fall, which is the history of the whole spring. (four seasons)
In the fragrant season, because of falling flowers, because of loneliness, because looking back at you, I just sang a song in Kubinashi tune with tears. (opportunity)
It is a fate that I can't accept or refuse. It always appears in a beautiful posture at the moment when I least expect it. (temptation)
If life is a speeding train, happiness and sadness are the two tracks that follow me closely. (Good mood)
Some invitations in life are unforgettable. I have promised you, just waiting, just waiting for the fog to clear. (invitation of life)
If, if I meet you again, I will shed tears of shame (perhaps because I know you are still in a hurry to forgive me), for the barren years, for I finally can't persist, and for all the roses that eventually wither. (Definition of growth)
The easiest way to let time pass is to make day and night appear again and again. (swear)
I will meet you again in this life. You are outside the cupboard, and I am already inside the cupboard. I am eagerly waiting for your arrival through the cold glass. In my amazement, you seem to hear some voices. Of course, you can't believe it. (History Museum)
Happiness and regret are two sides of the same body. You loved me like that before you got bored. (rainy season)
On the dark river, everything you left behind can only become, finally, your past, my last night, was silently recited by many people under the stars. (on the dark river)
If I can abandon the audience with my back, I need to be smart enough to decide when to end before they finally abandon me. (The reason for the curtain)
Love has no exclusive face, but you came to my side like a dream. You gently took my hand and led me through a deserted mountain road. The wind gently brushed the lotus leaves and the dense jungle. On that summer night, I knew that there was an awakening, a melting had arrived, and an uncontrollable gentle flow had been flowing slowly under the glacier in my heart. There is no exclusive night for love, but the stars are so bright when you come.
Beauty seems to be a waste forever, and what you can really get in life seems to be nothing more than this opportunity to dress up wholeheartedly.
If the dew is the vanity of plants and the planet is the show off of the universe, will our encounters after sunset be just a short poem and an imperceptible smile on the lips of time? (The Legend of a Summer Night)
It seems that the operation has never ended, but the time has been delayed. Is the so-called bright future really a scam that has just lasted for a lifetime?
I always forgot to ask you, is the most tortuous and moving plot in shadow play light or shadow?
In the starry sky on a summer night, there is only tragedy. When the dazzling information finally reached my heart, your stars thousands of light years away had already gone out and cooled down. And the light I answered with ecstasy, but I still don't know it, and I'm still on my way to you. (Four notes of light)
After repeated and persistent, soft water finally turned into a meat cleaver. (meat cleaver)
My truth is my unreal dream. Mine is not real, so it's all here. (Confession)
Over time, the definition of loneliness is the mirror in the corner that is caught off guard. (three years)
7. Xi Murong's Poetry
A Flowering Tree —— How did Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I begged him for 500 years, let us form a dust Buddha, so I turned into a tree and grew on the roadside where you must pass. The flowers bloom carefully, which is the hope of my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, but when you finally ignore the friends who fall behind you, it is not my withered heart.
Actor Author: Xi Murong, please don't believe in my beauty or my love. I have a player's heart under my face, so please don't take my sadness seriously and don't break my heart with my performance. Dear friends, I am just a player in my life, and I always cry in other people's stories.
"Loulan Bride" Author: Xi Murong Loulan Bride My lover once buried me with tears, wrapped my smooth body with pearls, jade and frankincense, and then inserted bird feathers into my satin hair with trembling hands. He gently closed my eyes, knowing that he was the last image in my eyes, and sprinkled flowers on my chest, while sprinkling his love and sadness. As the sun sets, Loulan is empty and prosperous, and my lover leaves me only eternal black. Dark and eternal sweetness and sadness, I can never forgive you for waking me up so rashly, exposing me to the desolation I no longer know, breaking my once gentle heart, only the sunset is still the sunset of that day, but who can bury me again and give me my thousand-year dream? I should still be the bride of Loulan.
Qilixiang Creek longs for the tide flowing to the ocean, but longs to return to land. It waved goodbye so easily in front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers, but after 20 years of vicissitudes, our soul returned every night and became a garden full of fragrance when the breeze blew.
Wild wind bowed his head and said goodbye. Which rivers in the world can really turn back? Just like the grassland meets and withers together in autumn, let's meet and hate each other. Only the wild wind always refuses to stop, always uneasily sweeping in the forest beside the mountain and in my mottled heart. Those memories falling like autumn leaves.
Farewell not all dreams can be realized in time, and not all words tell you that guilt and regret are always deeply planted in your heart after parting. Although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty, I don't mean to miss it, but I have been doing it all the time. I want to miss the flowery yesterday and repeat the same parting today. I will become a stranger for the rest of my life and bow deeply to you at dusk. Please take good care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty.
If love can be explained, vows can be revised, and if you and I meet can be rearranged, then life will be easier. If one day, I can finally forget you, however, this is not a random legend or a drama to be staged tomorrow. I can't find the manuscript to erase you-Xi Murong's "mistake"
In ancient times, there was the same story. Is the woman playing the piano sixteen, too? Or am I the woman tonight, the gentle and humble soul who has been playing the piano for thousands of years, and the same person who is crying when the flowers bloom? Then don't laugh at me even if I cry. How many dynasties have women sung the same song?
I like to do dusk in vilen at this time, when all the colors are quiet and the darkness has not yet come. There is the last passion in the lush green on the mountain. I also like to make the dusk of my life at this time, when all the stories have taken shape and the ending has not yet arrived. I smiled and looked back for my heart again-Twilight by Xi Murong
Looking back, I suddenly found that all my efforts in this life were just to satisfy the people around me. In order to win the praise and smile of others, I put myself into all the shackles of all patterns with trepidation. On the road, I suddenly found myself with only a vague face, a road that I can't turn back. -"Monologue"