How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years, asking the Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship, so the Buddha turned me into a tree and grew on the roadside where you must pass. In the sun, the flowers are blooming carefully, which is the hope of my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you finally walk past in desperation, you fall behind. Friend, that is not a petal, that is my withered heart.
On February 22, 2007, at 65438, Xi Murong, who participated in the Straits Poetry Society in Fujian, disclosed the creation process of this poem. She recalled that she was teaching at Hsinchu Teachers College in Taiwan Province Province. Once in May, the train passed through the mountainous area of Miaoli. When the train came out of a long cave, she inadvertently looked back at the mountain behind the cave.
I saw a tung tree with white flowers on the high hillside. "At that time, I almost cried. I wonder why there is such a tree, so carefully blooming itself, standing on the hillside like a crown, without seeing green leaves. However, when I was about to look carefully, the tree disappeared as soon as the train turned. "
It is this tung tree that truly exists in Xi Murong's life scene and makes her unforgettable. She thought, if there is no chance to turn back, will the flowers on the tree wither one after another? This prompted her to write The Flowering Tree.