Looking for Murong's long poems

Xi Murong's The Legend of a Summer Night

A grain of sand is a boundary. A dust is a robbery.

proposal

If anyone has to ask me

Result how

I'm afraid I can't answer that.

All the stories

I only know those very gorgeous beginnings.

Full of shock and joy

Full of beauty, full of waste

Every beginning is full of longing.

And easy to promise and believe.

but

If anyone has to ask me

What is the final result?

I can only bow my head and not answer.

Turn to my light.

Rummaging through the pages for information.

Jingjing weaving

Chapter after chapter is about

The legend of summer night

competence

it is said

The universe began with an explosion.

one's whole life

Caused by desperate destruction

From heat and thirst to suffocation

In an extremely uneasy heart

Like a thunderbolt, it crackled.

It is a desire that has been imprisoned for hundreds of billions of years.

Expand and expand

The distance between self is gradually elongated in the cluster.

When loneliness and homesickness change between light years.

But found

Never look back.

The nebula is empty.

Start looking again

Re-explore and start again.

Chasing the vague calling direction.

Spread out and then gradually cool down.

Then get used to loneliness.

During my wandering journey, I slowly forgot where I came from.

Wan Li is full of sky.

Information to be conveyed but ultimately unable to be conveyed.

Crawling through the mud.

I still have to ask you.

why

Why time is always invincible)

Jupiter and Venus began to name.

Although Neptune and Pluto are still far away

It's terrible.

But all the stories are brewing.

Vast universe

And for such a long time.

Between the tentacles of the galactic vortex

it is said

This will take 5 billion years.

Wait until the sun shines.

In a giant nebula

How to breed?

Waiting for an encounter.

order

Crawling through the mud.

I ask you with tears in my eyes.

Where did you go that night?

Why are all the beginnings so crazy?

Like the starry sky on a summer night.

Infinite glory)

At first, the earth was just a fire.

I don't know what to do or what to rely on.

Burning alone in the dark sky

Hot and bright mother body

Out of reach-out of reach

Every time I turn around.

Yes, you can't enter from now on.

Not too far from the sun's rays

It is a sentimental plot in every myth and legend.

That's why we stick to it.

The repeated cycle of seasons, days and nights.

diurnal cycle

Try to slowly sink the years in tossing and turning.

All uncompromising love and hate

And more and more heavy thoughts and desires.

Must be the image of lava.

Boiling and tumbling

Keep pouring out

Imprisoned in a hot heart

On the fragile surface

Water vapor breeds through clouds.

Morning dew and night fog keep coming.

Gently surround

Cover gently

As if some sadness can be forgotten.

Some mistakes can be forgiven.

During the day and night

Spare room

Some dreams can be repeated.

(Love has no name.

Waiting before meeting is its name.

And it all started inadvertently.

It's like the beginning of heaven and earth

Me neither.

What must be followed is image.

Like millions of poplars in a flat desert.

It was just an accidental cut.

If it weren't for that accidental glance

we

It turns out that we can never know each other forever.

At the moment of lightning crossing.

Why do you have to come from behind me?

Come quietly

Walk into my heart)

Planets keep exploding in the sky.

There are always dreams that are lost and disillusioned.

But in our world,

The curtain just opened.

The play is on.

Our wishes have yet to be realized one by one.

Everything comes and goes.

The play is on.

We must wait and hope.

Insist on taking turns playing.

Concentrate on preparation

Cheer, cry or clap at any time.

All the planets in the solar system are in place.

Our story has just begun.

The play is on.

The stars twinkle in time and space.

Crawling through the mud.

I ask you with tears in my eyes.

How many times can you meet in life?

I want Dante to meet Bedric first.

I didn't know she was the only one in his poems.

I don't know the topic of the Millennium.

From now on, we can only look at each other from a distance

Through the dark hell, through heaven)

The darkness before dawn is always endless.

Hesitation and slowness

The earth has been spinning.

It takes countless cycles to get it.

The appearance of trilobites

Then at dawn, dinosaurs were everywhere.

Time gradually speeds up the flow.

Between cycad ginkgo and ferns

The first flowering plant finally appeared.

That was the Cretaceous, and that was 100 million years ago.

The climate was warm then.

Tyrannosaurus Rex climbed to a vilen full of flowers.

Ichthyosaurs swam across the ocean, pterosaurs were in the sky.

We never doubt it.

Always follow the order of growth.

Know that this is a long way.

Know that from morning till night

By dusk

To the extinction of dinosaurs

On the infinite stage of the universe

We humans can go on stage.

Finally showed up and found out

Time flies. The play has just begun.

Night has fallen.

Love has no unique face.

However, you came to me like a dream.

You gently took my hand and led me through the deserted place.

The wind on the mountain road brushed the lotus leaf carefully.

On a summer night in the dense jungle, I know

The awakening and melting of Tao.

There is an uncontrollable coming.

The wandering stream has begun in my

My heart moves slowly under the glacier.

Love has no exclusive night.

However, when you come to me, the stars are so bright)

The starry sky is infinitely bright all summer night.

Troy said goodbye to Helen.

Deep-sea pearls hung on her earlobe like tears.

A woman in Pompeii 16 years old

Insert the flowers in your hair carefully.

Right in front of the mirror, for an instant.

The prosperity that has been piled up for thousands of years has been wiped out.

In distant Egypt

There are so many stubborn pharaohs.

Insist on decorating one's grave

emphasize

I'm not dead, I just left this world temporarily.

The starry sky is infinitely bright all summer night.

The same script is constantly changing.

Relative to time

Beauty always seems to be a waste.

And what you can really get in life.

This does not seem to be enough.

It's just an opportunity to dress up with heart.

We never choose between gains and losses.

In all the legends,

We never knew.

Secrets carefully collected by time.

There are unfathomable black holes in the sky.

Swallow up all the life around you

Distorted space

There are dark corners in the years.

Day after day, night after night

Swallow what we once longed for

And believe that you will have happiness and happiness.

A worried God always comes in a quiet night.

Silently turn to me for help

Only at such moments.

Will be remembered again.

The hesitation and waste that has happened.

My God always comes at midnight.

Sit quietly and look down at me.

The moonlight in the extreme distance

Also looking at the ocean.

The undercurrent of the turbulent sea

Put all the joys and sorrows

Reflecting silvery white with clear waves)

The source of sadness actually comes from abundance.

That kind of empty radish

Passion for life and heart.

None of us can really be satisfied.

Every time I look back,

There's always something we plan.

But never bear fruit, never grow, never plant trees.

There are always some

A wish that cannot be forgotten or given up.

There is always some reluctance.

I don't want to cross the line.

Therefore, it seems that the expected festival will never come.

Therefore, the role of rehearsal is

You can never allow the original plan to be staged.

There are stars.

Countless undiscovered black holes.

Walk in the crowd

Our blood is slowly losing.

Gradually began to doubt today and yesterday.

Your true colors

Crawling through the mud.

I still have to ask you.

Where did you go that night? )

Why do meteors keep crossing the sky?

And destroy it. Why?

Epiphyllum can only grow on summer nights.

Bloom quietly, and then fade.

Crawl in the mud.

I asked you why with tears in my eyes

Why is time always invincible?

Why do we keep coming and then step down?

Why is it the only one that can?

The waves throw all the beauty and all the love.

Everything in the past is so precious to us.

Fragile memory

Crawl in the mud.

I ask you with tears in my eyes.

At the end of the day, right?

Will not leave any trace.

Can't convey anything

Our world is getting colder.

Then go out.

And space-time is infinite, and nebulae are continuous.

If dew is the void of vegetation

This planet is a display of the universe.

therefore

What happened to us after sunset.

Yes or no

This is just a short poem on the lips of time.

An imperceptible smile

echo

If someone must ask me what the result is.

I'm afraid I can't answer that.

I only know

All the clues may be broken.

Maybe even.

Stretch and drift between constellations

Maybe on a summer night

Life will come again.

Listen quietly as we are now.

That comes from the starry sky

Very light and distant echoes