Xi Murong
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
I bowed and thanked all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you.
Separate from you
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
Modern classic inspirational poem II: Frontier
Xi Murong
If people can really be reincarnated
If there is reincarnation in the world,
Then my love
What were we in our previous lives?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must have fallen out of your bag.
Brand new marble
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
So meet in this life
I always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
Modern classic inspirational poem III: Hope
Xi Murong
In fact, what I'm looking forward to is
At that moment.
I never asked you to give it to me.
Your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
I'll meet you if I can.
Deeply loved once, and then parted.
Then a long life.
No, just, just.
look back
That brief moment
Modern classic inspirational poem 4: flowering trees
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.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Modern classic inspirational poem 5: Rain Lane
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.