I like her song A Flowering Tree very much. "How can you meet me? At my most beautiful moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years. Praying for the Buddha made us have a dusty relationship. " How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful time … seemingly understated tone, but it contains deep feelings. If that tree has its own consciousness, I think it should be the best wish in its heart. When the delicate flower of youth blooms with deep beauty, I always expect someone to see it at this time, and the best person is the one I think of in my heart, or the one I decide to hit. No one likes the lost beauty, wandering alone in fate, waking up with only flowers scattered after the rain, infinitely lonely, but suffering from no one to appreciate. "I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years, and chanting Buddha has given us a dusty feeling." What a shocking determination, how many people have come and returned in our lives, have we ever thought about who we should try to leave behind? How many things don't leave many memories in our lives, so have we ever thought about struggling hard without leaving regrets, and not looking back at the end of our lives only to find that there are no good memories to remember, only a sigh and four words-that's all!
I've always wondered what it would be like if Xi Murong wrote again and again. Later, I finally understood that the so-called boy was not the one who moved her. His figure may have faded away in her heart. Xi Murong wrote about the memory of lost youth and the capture of those ethereal feelings of love. She gave all the love that is difficult to express directly to the memory or imaginary scene. Such an encounter, such a dusk, such a flowering tree are undoubtedly the testimony of youth love. Even if everything is like a cloud in the end, she will ask, "Is it necessary for youth to be ignorant, and will love be sad?"
"Not all dreams can be realized in time, and not all words have time to tell you. Guilt and regret are always deeply rooted in my heart after leaving ... I bow down to you deeply in the evening, please take care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty. " This poem comes from another of her poems, Farewell. When the author misses something, the first thing he feels is regret and regret, but the author is good at adjusting his emotions, so he finally said, "All kinds of things in the world will eventually become empty." Whether it's comforting yourself or seeing through it, it's always effective to adjust your mentality. But now we are always easy to indulge in one thing, one emotion, one person ... I don't know if we forgot to get out of it, or if we don't want to, so that life is always muddled and then we continue to miss it again and again. What we need is a mind like the author and cherish the present. Recalling the past is for a better life now.
Xi Murong's poems always give me a lot of room for imagination and thinking. I often cry when I read her poems alone. .......
Two for your own reference.
floret
Pushkin
I found a little flower in the book.
It's dried. It doesn't smell good anymore.
Therefore, my heart is full of.
Many strange fantasies:
Which spring is it and where is it?
Is it in full bloom? How long did it take?
Who took it off? Is it an outsider or an acquaintance?
Why is it in the middle of this page?
But to commemorate the bidding meeting?
Or do you want to keep it as a farewell treasure?
Or just because of a lonely walk.
In the silence of the field, in the shade of the forest?
Is it him or her? Still alive?
Which corner is their home?
Ah, maybe they have withered,
Like this unknown little flower?
This poem gives me an unprecedented feeling. I seem to find beauty at once: a small flower is so beautiful and full of emotion. Its beauty can be long-lasting, transferable and treasured, and it has such a strong vitality! I recited this poem over and over again and copied it carefully in my best notebook!
I met Pushkin from the great Russian lyric poet Xiaohua. In the following days, I was fascinated by Pushkin as if I were possessed. I looked for his poems everywhere and borrowed Pushkin's lyrics (1) and (2). I read it first, and then copied it day and night, copying several notebooks. These books are my first collection. I once asked a friend to borrow it from me, but I refused. Then, I saw his yevgeni onegin, Belgin's Novels, Captain's Daughter, Dubrovski and other works one after another. Pushkin's beautiful scenery and excellent female images in Russia have ignited my youthful poetry and yearning for a better life, cultivated my love for nature, and strengthened my kindness and firmness. At the same time, Pushkin also cultivated my love for Russian literature. From reading Pushkin to reading lermontov, Turgenev, Chekhov, Chernyshevski, Tolstoy, Gorky, Mayakovski and ostrovsky, it can be described as "a hundred flowers blossom", which has given me a "hundred flowers garden of Russian literature" and nourished my thoughts and feelings and love for elegant literature.
However, when I think about it, Xiaohua has the greatest influence on me. This "little flower" came into my life from the moment it broke into my eyes. Even, it depicts my character, beautifies my life and shapes my emotions.
I hope so. Thank you.