Xi Murong’s poems about the changing of seasons

1. Xi Murong’s classic poems

All endings have been written

All tears have begun

But Suddenly I forgot what it was like

In that ancient summer that never comes back

No matter how I pursue it

Young you Just like a cloud shadow passing by

And your smiling face is very shallow

Gradually disappearing into the mist after sunset

2

< p> For those wasted years

For mine that finally couldn’t hold on

For all the roses that finally withered

3

Flying in the wind and then falling one after another

The years become amber when buried deep in the soil

I look back with sadness before the gray dawn

4

What has been let down

is not just the delayed spring

What has been forgotten

is not just your and my faces

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What rushes towards the eyes

is the dusty day and dusty night

It is the dusty Chinese years and autumn grass

That low The first frown slowly recedes

It is a silent song

A poem without words

5

You will never be in my heart Reappearance

What is reproduced is only the vicissitudes of life

The sun, the moon and the passing years

6

It cannot be like

Buddha Sitting quietly on the lotus

I am a mortal

My life is this rolling mortal world

I want everything in this world

Happiness or sadness

Knowing that one day

all the joys and sorrows will leave me

I still try my best to collect them

< p> Collect those beautiful entanglements

7

From then on, the sorrow was shattered

Transformed into countless voices and smiles

On the night of April Attack me with tuxiang

Attack me with the melancholy of spring coming back again and again

8

If I had known that I would never be able to forget you

< p> I will no longer be careless, I will try my best to engrave

That ancient summer when I first met

Carve out a piece of wood deeply and slowly

A complex and exquisite copper plate

I will cherish every scratch and mark

If I had known this, I would never forget it for the rest of my life

9

It seems like everything All have passed

The hustle and bustle of youth

The dust and wandering mountain winds and sea waves

have ceased and you have finally grown old

< p> The night outside the window is foggy

All the joys and sorrows have flown away like butterflies

Time will never come back again

10

In such a moment of looking back,

Time stays and will never pass away.