What are Xi Murong's poems?

How can a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years. Let's form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing in the sunshine of your only way. It was the hope of my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally ignore it, you fall behind. My friend, that is not a petal, that is my withered heart. Qilixiangxi is eager to flow to the ocean tide but is eager to return to land. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls come back every night, and when the breeze blows, they turn into fragrant songs in the garden. Please sing a song for me and call softly in that forgotten ancient language. The great rivers and mountains in my heart can only be seen outside the Great Wall. Who says the tune of Saiqu is too sad? If you don't like to hear it, it's because there is no desire for you in the song. We always sing it over and over again, like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away, like a sandstorm whistling through the desert, like a hero riding a horse back to his hometown on a shady mountain near the Yellow River. If I have a choice in my next life just to meet you once, just for hundreds of millions. All the sweetness and sadness are in the moment of light years, so let everything that should happen appear in an instant. I bow down and thank all the planets for their help, so that I can meet you and leave you, complete a poem written by God, and then grow old slowly, and meet each other late. Beautiful dreams are as hard to meet as beautiful poems, and often appear at the most unexpected moment. I like that kind of dream. In the dream, everything can start again, everything can be explained slowly, and I can even feel the ecstasy and gratitude when all the wasted time can be repeated. Just because you smiled at me in front of my eyes, my heart was full of happiness, just as I really liked that dream in those days, knowing that you had traveled thousands of miles for me, but I felt that the grass was delicious and colorful, as if you and I had just met in the rain. If you are still sad after the rain, please let me face this parting calmly and continue to look for an impossible one. All the endings of your youth have been written, and all the tears have begun, but suddenly I forgot what it was like to start in that ancient summer that is gone forever. No matter how I pursue young you, you are like a cloud, and your smiling face is extremely high. The shallowness gradually disappeared into the haze after sunset, so I turned to the yellow title page, and fate bound it badly. I read and reread with tears, but I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty. I believe that the essence of love is like the simplicity and gentleness of life. I believe that all light and shadow are reflected and in harmony. I believe that the flowers full of trees only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe 300 poems. What I said repeatedly was just what I couldn't say when I was young. I believe that God has arranged everything, and I also believe that if you are willing to come back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other. If the border people can really be reincarnated in the world, if there is reincarnation, what is the love of our last life? If you were a girl picking lotus in Jiangnan, I would have missed it under your wrist. If you are an urchin who plays truant, I must be the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside. If you are a monk with a wall, I must be a pillar burning incense in front of the temple, accompanying you to be silent for a period of time. Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished frontiers, but we can't distinguish them carefully and tell you why I can't. Why can't you lock your pen but love and sadness in your long life? Why does the joy at first sight always fade? The most urgent thing is to look forward to the best time. In fact, I was only looking forward to that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If I can meet you on the hillside full of gardenias, if I can love you deeply once and then leave you, it will be a long life. It's just, it's just a short farewell moment when I look back. Not all my dreams have come true in time. Not everything I have told you, guilt and regret will always be deeply planted in my heart after parting. Although they say that all kinds of things in the world will eventually become empty, I didn't mean to miss it. It's just that I've been doing this all the time. I'm going to miss yesterday's blossoming and repeat it today. The parting of the same life will be a stranger, and I will bow deeply to you in the dusk. Please take good care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually be free to pick up my friends' books. It is not only the postponed spring day that fails, but also the forgotten faces of you and me. Travel-stained Chinese New Year and autumn grass come to our eyes, and our eyebrows are slowly receding. This is a silent song without words. Sad song I'll never see you again in my life. It's not what's in your heart. Just the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, fleeting ferry. Let me shake your hand and gently pull your hand out. I know my thoughts will take root and sprout from now on. The mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle. Let me shake your hand and gently pull your hand out. The Chinese New Year stops here, and tears flow in my heart. Liu is staring at the ferry helplessly. If you can't find flowers to send, don't worry about your blessings. Tomorrow is a world far away from you. If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please treat her gently, no matter how long or short you have been in love. If we can always treat each other gently, then all the moments will be flawless and beautiful. If we have to separate. You should also say goodbye and thank her in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment has no regrets at the moment when you suddenly look back, such as the quiet late moon on the mountain. The song of homesickness is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night, but the face of hometown is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog after parting. Nostalgia is a tree without rings, and I will never love you. Is a floating cloud in my heart. Say it directly, say whether you love me or not, just choose those difficult words and arrange them repeatedly. Speak, my friend, and I will understand your feelings. Just change, become happy or indifferent, just try all the complicated masks and take some tortuous roads. Just do it, my friend, and I will understand your feelings. Although things have changed and my friends' hearts are unpredictable, I only know that you are my first love and my last love. I am yours in the distant starry sky, and I am your forever wanderer. I silently guard your tenderness and your happiness with my wandering life, but my friends wander in the corridor of stars and miss you, but I can't flow. Surfers' mood, my friend, do you know that I love you and will walk with you forever? I've always wanted to walk up that beautiful mountain road with you. There are soft winds and white clouds, and you are by my side listening to my happiness and gratitude. My request is actually very small, as long as I have had such a summer, as long as I have walked through such a summer, the days and nights to meet me are unexpected arrangements, and there are so many trivial mistakes. Slowly and slowly separate us, so tonight I finally understand that all the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't walk with you on any road in the world. I heard a song in the dusk of a young night, as light as a mountain wind blowing through a lily, but when I longed for it, it disappeared silently and was nowhere to be found. Moonlight soaked my skin. What was the night like in a dusk twenty years later? Similarity brings me melody, and the sound of mountains and drums should force my heart to look back on the road I have traveled. The rough life of the emerald turned into sweet tears in the twilight. I am a blooming summer lotus. I hope you can see that the wind and frost have not eroded the autumn rain and the green season has left me. I am personable, carefree and not afraid. It is now. My most beautiful moment is locked behind a fragrant smile, but who knows that my lotus heart is missing you? It's either too early or too late. Please don't cry. I have no poems in the world, no flying flowers and no drizzle in the dusty season. Please don't cry. All kinds of helpless love embers have been extinguished and returned to the world. Suddenly, I realized that thousands of paths are known. Let's go with the flow, so smile and come to an end, my weak heart. Please try to forget, please stop crying. When the smile in the wind is no longer fragrant and gentle, the words are silent. When the pupils of the stars are getting colder and darker, the paths in Qian Shan are extinct. I am just a lonely tree, resisting the arrival of autumn. When you leave silently, everything you said or didn't say is forgotten. I also write tears on the pages. It seems that the few jasmine flowers we had when we were young may fall from the occasionally opened title page at dusk many years later. There is no smell or sound outside the window. At that time, it may be a fine rain and meditation. (2) When it's all over, I know I will unload the burden you forgot. Please forgive me. Life should be constantly injured and restored. This world is still an orchard waiting for me to mature. The sky is so blue, and the green life is so quiet and beautiful. When the fog rises, I will be in your arms. The forest is full of moist fragrance. After the constant reappearance of youth, it has been a lifetime, leaving only the back history museum, which will never be mistaken by thousands of people-a person's life. Can it be like a museum? At first, there were only the moon and the cave in the extremely cold and dark memory, and then you came to me with a smile. On a cool morning, the clouds dispersed. Since I'm going to see you along the road, please let's settle in a place rich in aquatic plants. I will learn to foretell bad luck on Oracle bones and burn love and faith like ripples on painted pottery. At that time, all the stories began to smell good. A thousand poems by the Furong River across the river are simple and simple in heart. Two geese and birds fly very fast. As the seasons change along the river, I slowly look south. My round hand engraved with wood Guanyin also carved a smiling lip of a stone Buddha in Sui Dynasty. Then it gradually presents the dearest and most familiar outline in my heart. In the huge and cold grottoes, I was a humble and resentful craftsman, who painted it three times over and over again. What's the matter? Why do I always miss the moment of hope in the Millennium cycle? The clue I buried for you before the sandstorm came. Why do you always miss some important details after a sandstorm? I finally got home, poured you a glass of wine in tears on a moonlit night, and then pulled out my pipa to urge you to get on the horse. At that time, the world rich in water and plants had already entered the myth. There are only withered red willows and poplars and yellow sand in Wan Li, one after another. It seems that there is always a tide calling in the dark night, and my arms are full of unsolvable tenderness. The spring day embroidered with colorful silk threads is getting farther and farther, and the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. My mottled heart is wandering slowly between legends and legends, and I will meet you again in this life. You are outside the cupboard, and I have been separated by cold glass. I am eagerly waiting for your arrival. You seem to have heard some voices in the wrong place. Of course, you can never trust all these silks, all three colors and clay sculptures. All the carvings in this cabinet are my love for you. They are the souls that I have survived thousands of times. In the twilight, you turn and drift away. There was silence in the corridor, and so were the gods. I finally turned into a stone, just like in a previous life, there were thousands of hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian blooming in the water outside the corridor. The soft powder of lavender and the snow-like white image painted by an anonymous Song fade away in time. If you suddenly ask me why I write poetry and why I don't do something useful, then I don't know how to answer. I'm like a goldsmith who beats day and night just to spread the pain into a cicada-thin gold ornament, and I don't know how to transform the source of sadness so hard. Do glossy and smooth words also have beautiful value? There must be something in the andante that I don't understand. Otherwise, plants and birds will grow in order and fly back to their hometown. There must be something I can't do. Otherwise, how can the alternation of day and night be so fast? All the moments missed the sadness and eroded my heart. There must be something behind the fallen leaves. But what I want to give up is my diary when I was sixteen, or those beautiful mountains and lilies that I have hidden all my life. The feast of love is getting weaker and weaker. Worry is inexplicable sadness before the ceremony. The banquet that never ends in my memory is a banquet that I can't finish drinking and playing. Young hearts never look back. Not just the stars and the moon at night. Although I still open the window to visit every morning, there will still be the fragrance of jasmine every summer, but what has been lost in front of the crowded city street, there will be the fragrance of jasmine in the young heart, but what has been lost in front of the crowded city street, in the twilight, young hearts will never meet again, mussels and pearls can not be eliminated. The existence of that scar makes you wrap it with warm tears layer by layer, but the memory is getting brighter and brighter in your arms. Every turn touches a sore spot and makes you look back and get old. The origin of the deep silent seabed is one of many loads. I entrusted my life to you. There is nothing to consider and calculate in time. Yes, we can't arrange anything. In front of a thousand layers of lotus leaves, when looking back, many things were decided from then on. In that afternoon of flowers, in that afternoon of July, in front of the lotus in the new rain, if you didn't look back, I could have drawn a completely different sketch or watercolor with any theme, and my life could have had a different experience. If you just walk quietly in front of the lotus of the new rain, if you don't look back.