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When you are turbulent and uneasy, read a poem by Xi Murong, and your heart will become light and peaceful. It's like closing your eyes and feeling the warm sunshine passing through your eyes, the warm and transparent sadness.
I really love this warm and quiet woman, and the calm and comfortable words she writes. What kind of person is she? ——The person who paints is tranquil and warm, and the person who writes poetry is spiritual and sad. The combination of the two is Xi Murong.
We all know Xi Murong from her poems. In fact, writing to her is just "a break after a tiring day." She is an outstanding painter in the field of painting in which she is engaged. She devoted herself to painting at the age of fourteen and started writing poetry at the age of thirteen. In her life, both were an integral part of her life, and she loved both very much. The difference is that one is a lifelong career, and the other is a leisurely hobby to escape from the world. And perhaps because of this, the time of writing poetry has become the most refreshing moment in her life. As she herself said, "When I write, I am far away from utilitarianism and ambition, but just want to draw out the thoughts deep in my heart." For her, a poem is a self-sufficient world - "Poetry can express things that ordinary people cannot express clearly."
"I traveled thousands of miles to say goodbye to you on the first and last moonlit night" "If summer can return to the mountains, if God allows us to meet again, let the leaves of the fern be green again, and Green makes the running stream look like jade again."
There are three things in her poems: the passage of time, a touch of nostalgia, and deep and pure love.
(Read her "Youth", read her "Nostalgia", the poem is very short, but it makes those who understand it have the urge to cry.) The warm words are full of sadness but not sad. aura, which is inseparable from her life experience. Her hometown is far away in Mongolia, she spent her childhood in Hong Kong, and when the cardamom came, she drifted to Taiwan with her family. As a result, the "nostalgia" that most Taiwanese poets felt came into her writing - turned into a clear, gentle and gentle sadness, and also became the tree without growth rings under the bright moon on the hill.
"The stream is rushing to flow to the ocean, but it is eager to return to the land. We waved goodbye so easily in front of the fence of green trees and white flowers. But after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night when the breeze blows. "It turned into a garden full of tufts" - this is her most famous "Qili Xiang". I read it for the first time in my graduation yearbook. After reading it many years later, I actually shed tears. (Only then did I realize that the sadness of parting in the past was still like this, so what about the longing for the country that was rooted in my heart.) Who else can write a farewell gesture in such a quiet and easy-going way with sadness? Who else can describe the longing? The sadness is so meaningful and full of mellowness. The moment of parting turned into a touch of youthful breeze in her writing, but it also became a rich memory that will be unforgettable for a lifetime. At this moment, only the wind chimes are rippling in the distance by the window, and the sound of poetry reciting floats into the distance and turns into a wisp of incense.
Xi Murong writes poems that are as elegant as prose, and also writes prose that is as smart as poetry. I really want to read the entire "Dream of a River" to you, so that you can feel the beautiful and moving gentle state of mind of this woman. "I know that I am in the most beautiful moment of my life. All the complicated petals are unfolding layer by layer, and all the feelings as sweet as mellow honey and as astringent as coptis are intertwined in my heart. Time is like a winding road. The shining river flows quietly. I am heartbroken tonight for the person I was twenty years ago, and when I look back twenty years from now, I will definitely be heartbroken for the person I am now." In just one sentence, she wrote. My own wedding: "It was a May day, and the trees outside the church were full of flowers. He gave me a handful of fragrant, soft and quaint freesias. I will never forget them."
( "It was just yesterday that the woman waded into the river to pick hibiscus, and the white clouds on the river for thousands of years only left a few anonymous poems.")
I often feel that I have a deep connection with her **Ming. She said she believed that there is such a kind of love in the world: absolute tolerance, absolute sincerity, absolute no resentment and absolute beauty.
She met her husband when they were studying in Belgium. He was a gentle and kind-hearted man. After returning to Taiwan, they did not choose the bustling city, but lived in the countryside for a full 10 years. They planted many maple trees, which were green in spring and red in late autumn. After the children fell asleep, they spread out hand in hand in the forest.
"Happiness, just because you are right in front of me, smiling at me, just like before." I can't bear to comment anymore, for fear that any more words will destroy this beautiful meaning. "If you can, love deeply once and then say goodbye..." "No matter how long or short the time you love each other is, if you can always treat each other tenderly, then all the moments will be a kind of flawless beauty. "Somehow, when I read her poems, I would gradually frown and have tears in my eyes. In the years after her husband passed away, she still chanted the words with tears in her eyes, "May heaven last forever/You will always be my partner/I will be your life-long/gentle wife..."
Go on, I'm going to cry too. Thank you to this graceful woman for bringing such beautiful poetry to the world.
Attachment: The sentence that touched me the most:
“He gave me the entire starry sky so that I can come and go freely. I know that what I enjoy is a deep and broad love. "I can only come to this world once/so/please give me a beautiful name/so that he can call me low at night/and always remember our love during the running years."
She wrote poems to "commemorate a period of time that has passed away, and to commemorate the small world that only existed in my heart." The purpose is to draw out "the passage of time, the touch of life, and many other things in life that are difficult to express but are deeply felt in the heart" through poetry.
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That kind of warmth
——About Xi Murong
She is actually a painter. Perhaps the tranquility of the painting gave her the spirituality of poetry, allowing her to become a writer again and write sad and warm words.
If there is loneliness and despair behind the beautiful things written by San Mao, then Xi Murong’s transparent sadness makes people feel the warmth of a bright flower. Reading her poems is like closing your eyes and feeling the warm sunshine passing through your eyelids, allowing us to recall our past and feel a touch of sadness, but not sadness.
How to describe her? Tranquil, profound, and reserved, these all belong to her. If I could only use one word to describe her, it would be warmth.
Such a warm woman.
I still remember the first time I read her poems and saw the quiet signature at the end of her poems: Written in the rainy Shimen countryside in June 1981. I couldn't believe that the author of the poem was a woman in her late forties. The words that are pure and pure, full of love and spirituality, and the frankness and sincerity that permeate the lines.
Reading her poems reminds people of first love. She said she believed there should be such a kind of love in the world: absolute tolerance, sincerity, no resentment and beauty.
"Happiness is just because you are right in front of me, smiling at me, just like before."
There is a sad but unrepentant miss in her writing: "If you can, deeply Love once and then say goodbye." In "A Song: A Very Short Story of Flowers", she wrote the story of a man and a woman, which begins with the blooming of the epiphyllum and ends with the withering of the epiphyllum. And as she said herself, "No matter how long or short the time you love each other is, if you can always treat each other tenderly, then all the moments will be a kind of flawless beauty."
< p>Lotus is the most commonly used image in her poetry. She said that reading and writing poems was like lotus leaves, which brought her into a different realm, without any burden in her heart, and she repeatedly reviewed the sweetness and sadness of the trance. "Lotus, it's really my nostalgia, for an ancient era and ancient love." Like me, she likes the ancient poem "Wading the river to pick hibiscus, the orchid is full of fragrant grass", which is an ancient poem. Simple era - people at that time had the simplest love.Writing about her husband, Xi Murong spoke slowly: "It was May day, and the trees outside the church were full of flowers. He gave me a handful of fragrant, soft and quaint freesias. I will never forget it." This was the only time Murong wrote about their wedding. I read it and can no longer forget it.
I often wonder what allows this woman who has gone through many vicissitudes of life to maintain such a gentle and innocent young girl. The answer should be her paintings. If painting, which she began to study formally at the age of fourteen, was a kind of work that she devoted her life to, then writing poetry in a diary since the age of thirteen was a way for her to escape. She loved both very much.
As she herself said, when painting she has always been actively pursuing it, passionately and seriously exploring a higher and deeper realm, but at the same time this has also prevented her from getting rid of the ambition. control. And the writing is clean and pure. Poetry allowed her to see herself. When writing, she never made any deliberate efforts, she just waited quietly, under the lamp, in the fragrant night, waiting for it to come to her heart. She just wants to bring out the feelings hidden deep in her heart, and she just wants to carefully sort out this part of her life that she cherishes so much.
For her, writing poetry is to commemorate the past years. The poem contains not only decades of time, but also extremely important turning points, losses and gains in life.
Since the publication of his first poem in 1958, Xi Murong's poetry creation has gone through more than 50 years. She said: "When I was young, I wrote poems because of loneliness, which may be a desire for beauty; when I got older, I wrote poems because I couldn't calm the turmoil in my heart; when I was young, I wrote poems because of melancholy, and people became brave because of it. ."
Her three collections are called "Home Under the Maple Tree", "On the Dark River" and "Transparent Sorrow".
In the preface of the book, she said, "No matter what kind of work there is, after it is completed, it can only be left to time and the viewer to make a selection. Any words are redundant. Maintain an eternal attachment to the work itself. Silence is the right and virtue that a creator should have."
By the way, Xi Murong has a nice Mongolian name called Mulun, which means big river.