Xi Murong's Prairie Poems (not too long, not too short)

Prairie poetry

Xi Murong

Father's grassland and mother's river flow

Father once described the fragrance of grassland like this.

Let him never forget each other at the ends of the earth.

Mother always likes to describe the mighty river.

Running in my hometown on the remote Mongolian plateau

Now I finally see this vast land.

Standing on the fragrant grassland, my tears rained down.

The river is singing the blessings of our ancestors.

Bless the wandering children and find their way home.

Ah! Father's grassland

Ah! mother river

Although I can't say it in my mother tongue.

Please accept my sadness and my happiness.

I am also a child on the plateau.

I have a song in my heart.

There are father's grassland and mother's river in the song.

Epileptic seizure

Please sing a song for me.

In that forgotten ancient language

Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.

Great rivers and mountains in my heart

That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.

Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?

If you don't want to hear it,

That's because ... ...

There is no desire for you in the song.

We always have to sing and sing.

Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away

It's like sand whistling through the desert.

For example, along the Yellow River.

Yinshanbang

Heroes ride strong.

Go home with honor.

Flowering tree

Xi Murong

How can I meet you?

At this 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.