There are many classic poems in it. I will copy ten of my favorite poems.
mature
The dream of childhood faded.
No longer just want to be one of them.
A winged elf
moonlit night
Lean against the window
Are gradually slender hands.
Stick your hot cheek against the stone fence.
In the shadow of ancient ivy.
There are fireflies swimming.
No longer keep a diary like a running account.
Replaced with dense
Blurred handwriting
In dark blue and light blue tears
With an unknown statement.
1959.8. 18
Flowering tree
How can I meet you?
At this most beautiful moment, for this.
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.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
But my withered heart.
1980. 10.4
pray
I know the world is not absolutely beautiful.
I also know that it has separation and aging.
However, I only have one chance.
Lord, please listen to my prayer.
Please give me a long summer.
Give me a perfect memory.
Give me a gentle heart.
Give me a white relationship.
I can only come to this world once, so
Please give me another beautiful name.
So that he can whisper to me at night.
In the era of Mercedes-Benz,
Always remember what we once loved.
1979. 1 1.28
Foreign country
So night came.
Knocking on my November window
Wake up from the fragrance of the south
Wake up from a dream of going home
The lights in Brussels are brilliant.
I was the only one in the crowd.
The audience voted that I was lonely.
It's not my tears when it rains.
Outside the window, there was a rustle and the sound of wood falling.
1964. 10. 16
Meet yourself.
You draw sadness in the corner of your eye.
I put wandering on my forehead.
You add a few strands of white hair to your mind.
I let the years carve my gaunt hands.
Then we pass by the corner.
Cold no longer know each other.
ah
Dear friend
Please don't blame that youthful appearance.
We are makeup artists ourselves.
1978
jasmine
Molly seems
There are no seasons.
During the day and at night
Always open a small flower.
Fragrant bud
Miss you
It doesn't seem to make any difference.
During the day and at night
In every one
A trance-like moment
1979. 1 1.23
Sad elegy
I will never see you again in my life.
No, you just want to see you again.
You in my heart will never appear again.
What reappears is just some vicissitudes of life.
The sun, the moon and the fleeting time
198 1.3. 12
performer
Please don't believe my beauty.
Don't trust my love either.
Under the painted face
I have a player's heart
So please don't.
Don't take my sadness seriously.
Don't break your heart because of my performance.
Dear friend, this life.
I'm just an actor.
Always in other people's stories
With his own tears.
1979. 12.20
Wu dialect
The woman waded into the river to pick hibiscus.
Just yesterday.
And the white clouds on the river for thousands of years
It just stayed.
A few nameless poems
So my experience today
What's the difference
Love that once made me cry so much.
In retrospect, this is too much.
well
1980.2. 17
male
He gave me the whole starry sky.
So I can come and go freely.
I know what I like.
This is a deep and broad love.
Genius in the Happy Corner
Write poems and shed tears calmly
In the sunny garden
He planted me in a plant.
A blooming rose
My happiness doesn't stop there.
Under his strong and gentle wings
I know. I know it very well.
I am a
A spoiled woman
1980.3. 1
Qilixiang]
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Xi Murong, Xi Murong-Qi Li Xiang? Qi Li Xiangxi Murong
Juan Qiyi Li Xiang
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's it. That's a woman.
Common jasmine orange
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
mature
The dream of childhood faded.
No longer just want to be one of them.
A winged elf
moonlit night
Lean against the window
Are gradually slender hands.
Stick your hot cheek against the stone fence.
In the shadow of ancient ivy.
There are fireflies swimming.
No longer keep a diary like a running account.
Replaced with dense
Blurred handwriting
In dark blue and light blue tears
With an unknown statement.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
Ancient acacia songs
Just because I think when I look back at you, I miss you both.
—— Gu Yuefu
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's the woman.
It has been waiting for thousands of years.
That gentle and humble soul
It was the time when Yinger bloomed, and she lingered and cried.
The same person.
Then even if I cry, don't laugh at my weakness.
How many dynasties have women sung the same song?
There is one under a tree full of magnolia flowers.
How many times did you part?
On this warm spring night
How many beautiful voices have sung ancient love songs?
ferry
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
Clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Time stopped from now on.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
Prayer words
I know the world is not absolutely beautiful.
I also know that it has separation and aging.
However, I only have one chance.
Lord, please listen to my prayer.
Please give me a long summer.
Give me a perfect memory.
Give me a gentle heart.
Give me a white relationship.
I can only come to this world once, so
Please give me another beautiful name.
So that he can whisper to me at night.
In the era of Mercedes-Benz,
Always remember what we once loved.
foreign country
So night came.
Knocking on my November window
Wake up from the fragrance of the south
Wake up from a dream of going home
The lights in Brussels are brilliant.
I was the only one in the crowd.
The audience voted that I was lonely.
It's not my tears when it rains.
Outside the window, there was a rustle and the sound of wood falling.
"Li Qixiang" Xi Murong _ _ _ _ _ _ _ gives points! 1, streams, waves, green trees and white flowers, breeze. The pursuit of love, the melancholy of youth and heavy homesickness.
Xi Murong's poem Qilixiang contains Qilixiang.
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
A flowering tree in Xi Murong (Xi Murong)
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
1980. 10.4.
Appreciation: This is a delicate and touching beautiful poem, full of sincere and ardent love. When we walk through colorful flowers, pleasant paths, or a solitary flower and a piece of green, will we think that some vast creatures around us are guarding us, blessing us, loving us deeply and being beautiful and happy because of our existence?
Love is a kind of pain and happiness; Sadness is a kind of happiness and also a kind of pain. Does the creation of reincarnation really realize the continuation and transmission of emotions? Or is the beauty around you revealing the information of love?
When we were young, we were willing to be a flowering tree and look forward to maturity. However, time ignores desire. Growth and transformation are the inevitable course of flowers blooming and falling, and the beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage.
What blooms in the sun is heavy color, and the desolation of falling flowers is abrupt and sad. Is it really a human form cultivated in 10 thousand years, and then a secular desire cultivated in 10 thousand years can stand in front of the person you love and shed the first tear?
Maybe it was doomed to be wrong from the beginning, but I don't want to believe that our fate is only once. Five hundred years of waiting turned back to the moment of meeting. If I wait another 500 years or more, will you see how my expectations of you are full of trees?
A tree blooms only once, and a person is beautiful only once. Just because you can meet me, at my most beautiful moment, you walked past in desperation and stepped on layers of flowers. I realized that meeting is not beautiful, but wrong.
Blessed are those who can seriously love each other in ordinary days!
This poem shows us a lonely heart, full of expectations for love but seemingly unknown. Her (his) feelings are sincere and earnest, and there is no lack of persistence when she is sad. Be a constellation-love needs persistence.
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Xi Murong is a Mongolian poetess. Originally from Ming 'an Banner, Chahar League, Inner Mongolia. The full name of Mongolia is Mulunxilianbo, which means mighty river. When she became a Mongolian royal family, grandma became a royal princess. Xi Murong was born in Sichuan during his father's military life. At the age of thirteen, he wrote poems in his diary. At the age of fourteen, he entered the Art Department of Taipei Normal University, and later entered the Art Department of Taiwan Province Provincial Normal University. 65438-0964 entered the Royal Academy of Art in Brussels, Belgium, specializing in oil painting. After graduation, he served as an associate professor of fine arts in Hsinchu Teachers College of Taiwan Province Province. He held dozens of personal exhibitions, published a set of paintings and won many painting awards. 198 1 year, Taiwan Province dida publishing house published Xi Murong's first book of poetry, Li Qixiang, which was reprinted seven times a year. Other poems are also reprinted in one edition. Xi Murong writes more about love, life and homesickness, which is extremely beautiful, fresh, easy to understand and easy to read, which is one of the important reasons why she has a large number of readers.
Li Qixiang is a collection of lyric poems by Xi Murong. Her poems, like her name, are a river with beautiful melody and rippling waves. With the pursuit of love, years of melancholy and heavy homesickness, it naturally flows into readers' hearts, rippling countless heartstrings, producing * * * vibrations and * * * sounds.
Appreciation of Xi Murong's Qilixiang Poems
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Xi Murong's Poems of Qilixiang The first poem in the writing career of Xi Murong, a famous woman writer in Taiwan Province in the 20th century, is called Qilixiang. With Qilixiang as the background, the poet recalls her youth twenty years ago. 198 1 year, Taiwan Province dida publishing house published Xi Murong's first book of poetry, Qilixiang, which was reprinted seven times a year.
The first two sentences are about leaving home when you are young, but when you really leave, you are always eager to return to your hometown.
Three or four sentences are written about the memory of leaving home that year.
I wrote this sentence after 20 years of wandering outside, and I have never forgotten my home. When I woke up in the middle of the night, my thoughts became the flowers of my family, which bloomed all over the courtyard year after year.
Then I secretly asked a question, that kind of flower is seven fragrant flowers that miss turns into reality:)
Xi Murong's analysis of Qilixiang mainly expresses the author's homesickness.
I've seen Qili Xiangju for almost 20 years. Cross-strait exchanges were not easy in the past. Xi Murong grew up on the grassland when he was a child. Personally, I think most of the works in Qilixiang are mainly writers' nostalgia for their hometown, longing for the vast grassland and homesickness.
Juan Qiyi Li Xiang
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's it. That's a woman.
Common jasmine orange
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
mature
The dream of childhood faded.
No longer just want to be one of them.
A winged elf
moonlit night
Lean against the window
Are gradually slender hands.
Stick your hot cheek against the stone fence.
In the shadow of ancient ivy.
There are fireflies swimming.
No longer keep a diary like a running account.
Replaced with dense
Blurred handwriting
In dark blue and light blue tears
With an unknown statement.
Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
Ancient acacia songs
Just because I think when I look back at you, I miss you both.
—— Gu Yuefu
In those ancient years.
Have the same story.
Is the woman who plays the piano also sixteen?
Or me tonight?
That's the woman.
It has been waiting for thousands of years.
That gentle and humble soul
It was the time when Yinger bloomed, and she lingered and cried.
The same person.
Then even if I cry, don't laugh at my weakness.
How many dynasties have women sung the same song?
There is one under a tree full of magnolia flowers.
How many times did you part?
On this warm spring night
How many beautiful voices have sung ancient love songs?
ferry
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
Clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Time stopped from now on.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
Prayer words
I know the world is not absolutely beautiful.
I also know that it has separation and aging.
However, I only have one chance.
Lord, please listen to my prayer.
Please give me a long summer.
Give me a perfect memory.
Give me a gentle heart.
Give me a white relationship.
I can only come to this world once, so
Please give me another beautiful name.
So that he can whisper to me at night.
In the era of Mercedes-Benz,
Always remember what we once loved.
foreign country
So night came.
Knocking on my November window
Wake up from the fragrance of the south
Wake up from a dream of going home
The lights in Brussels are brilliant.
I was the only one in the crowd.
The audience voted that I was lonely.
It's not my tears when it rains.
Outside the window, there was a rustle and the sound of wood falling.
The strong artistic conception of Xi Murong's Li Qixiang is coming to us. As a well-trained oil painter, Xi Murong naturally pursues a unique sense of picture in his poems. Through a group of image group, such as streams, oceans, waves, green trees, white flowers, hedges, souls and gardens, the poet painted a colorful picture for us, giving us rich imagination and profound enjoyment. Why does the stream run to the ocean? Just because it is eager to throw itself into the embrace of the sea, as someone sang, "I used to love chasing dreams when I was young, and I just wanted to fly forward." Teenagers are daydreaming, longing for the unknown world, thinking that life will always be somewhere else, in the distance. "The tide is rushing back to the land". It should be noted that Mother Earth can rely on it most. As you get older, you can see the world more deeply and observe people longer. You know this heart is your hometown, and your feelings are chasing yesterday, but you can't go back to your childhood. Green trees and white flowers bring out the best in each other. Do you know that you are away from sorrow before the juvenile "fence"? Here, the poet skillfully uses the homonym of "hedging" and "separation" to imply the meaning of parting, just as "Liu" implies "staying". The young man left, just waved and left without looking back. I am in a hurry and free and easy. It has been 20 years until the vicissitudes of life are over and the soul returns. In Bai Letian's Song of Eternal Sorrow, there is a sentence "Year after year, the distance between life and death, but there is no beloved soul to visit his dream", in which the poet uses the image of "soul" with deep classical charm, which is profound and affectionate. A breeze is blowing, and the garden is full of fragrance, and words can't be finished.
Appreciate:
This is a delicate and touching beautiful poem, full of sincere and eager love. When we walk through colorful flowers, pleasant paths, or a solitary flower and a piece of green, will we think that some vast creatures around us are guarding us, blessing us, loving us deeply and being beautiful and happy because of our existence? Love is a kind of pain and happiness; Sadness is a kind of happiness and also a kind of pain. Does the creation of reincarnation really realize the continuation and transmission of emotions? Or is the beauty around you revealing the information of love? When we were young, we were willing to be a flowering tree and look forward to maturity. However, time ignores desire. Growth and transformation are the inevitable course of flowers blooming and falling, and the beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage. What blooms in the sun is heavy color, and the desolation of falling flowers is abrupt and sad. Is it really a human form cultivated in 10 thousand years, and then a secular desire cultivated in 10 thousand years can stand in front of the person you love and shed the first tear? Maybe it was doomed to be wrong from the beginning, but I don't want to believe that our fate is only once. Five hundred years of waiting turned back to the moment of meeting. If I wait another 500 years or more, will you see how my expectations of you are full of trees? A tree blooms only once, and a person is beautiful only once. Just because you can meet me, at my most beautiful moment, you walked past in desperation and stepped on layers of flowers. I realized that meeting is not beautiful, but wrong. Blessed are those who can seriously love each other in ordinary days!
This poem shows us a lonely heart, full of expectations for love but seemingly unknown. Her (his) feelings are sincere and earnest, and there is no lack of persistence when she is sad. Be a constellation-love needs persistence.