1, a flowering tree in Xi Murong.
How to let you meet me; At my most beautiful moment; To this end; I have prayed before the Buddha for 500 years; Praying for Buddha made us have a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree; Grow up on the road you must take; 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!
Appreciation: A Flowering Tree is a modern poem written by the poet Xi Murong at 1980. The author says this poem is a love poem for nature. She said that I met a flowering tree at the scene of my life and was making a sound for it.
It is generally believed that Xi Murong's poem expresses a girl's longing for love, which is shocking. This poem is full of true beauty, but it is also full of sincere bedding, with beautiful images and harmonious nasal rhyme.
Step 2 hope
In fact, all I expected was that moment. I never asked for it. If you can meet you on a hillside full of gardenias, if you can fall in love once and then leave, then a long life is just a moment when you look back.
Appreciation: Hope is a lyric poem by the poet Xi Murong. The moment mentioned in the poem means that time is very short and will soon disappear, but (what I expect is only that moment).
Besides, I am determined to look back on that short moment in my long life. That moment is too important for the author. In fact, that moment did not come, but the author's hope to show strong love, and the technique is quite unique.
3. "Youth-Love it"
At dusk, the swallows fall, and the smoke in the south of the Yangtze River reaches the evening; The wind drags the sunset to others, in front of you; Your sudden arrival in March made me trouble sleeping; Chun Xue combines, aura comes from nature; Temperament is a magnet, and you also attract the flowing drunken eyes; What's new is the maverick scattered on you.
Water hibiscus is like an angel coming to the world; Carve nature, no one can stop your free and easy; I can't bear to part with you, so where can I clone your good karma in the future? Like is not a whim, you blame me for perfunctory; You said that love tried its best, and the horse followed closely; Without trust, you belittled all my vows.
Dear, I firmly believe that I have nothing to do with you; Please give me more time before we settle down; A few red beans are as beautiful as you, teaching me how to reduce lovesickness; You provoke me to say that I am really used to madness; Silly girl, you stole my old style; I love this youth.
Appreciation: It's like sitting alone in a cold theater after the curtain falls, recalling the wonderful chapters that once flowed on the stage. It's like standing in autumn leaves, listening to the crisp rhythm of spring life. It's like trekking in a silent desert and looking back at an oasis full of hope.
Through the journey of life, I sang Xi Murong's youth over and over again, and chewed the sweet sadness over and over again. When the smoke of youth clears, the stove of life is still warm and hot.