Xi Murong’s beautiful poems

1: If I came to this world once/just to be with you once/just for that moment in billions of light years/all the sweetness in that moment And Misery//Then let everything that should happen/appear in an instant/I bow my head and thank all the planets for their help/let me meet you/separate from you/complete a poem written by God/and then slowly Growing old - Xi Murong's "Decision"

2: How to let you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, I have prayed for this in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us have a mortal relationship. So the Buddha put I turned into a tree and grew on the roadside that you must pass by Xi Murong. It bloomed carefully under the sun and was filled with flowers. They were all my hopes in previous lives. When you come closer, please listen carefully. Those trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you Finally, you pass by your friend who has fallen on the ground behind you indifferently. Those are not petals, but my withered heart - Xi Murong's "A Blooming Tree"

3: I am a blooming summer flower He, I wish you could see me now. The wind and frost have not yet come to corrode it, and the autumn rain has not yet fallen. The green season has gone far away from me again. I am now tall and graceful, not worried or afraid. Now, it is the most beautiful moment, but the door has been locked. Behind the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus's thoughts. You who are not destined, either come too early or too late - Xi Murong's "Lotus's Mind" The stream is rushing to flow to the ocean\The waves are eager to return to the land\In front of the fence of green trees and white flowers\I once waved goodbye so easily \And after twenty years of vicissitudes\our souls return every night\when the breeze blows\turns into a garden full of tulips - Xi Murong Qilixiang

4: When you are young, if you love When you fall in love with someone, please, please treat him gently. No matter how long or short the time you have been in love, if you can always treat each other tenderly, then all the moments will be a kind of flawless beauty. If you have to separate, say goodbye properly and be grateful in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that when you look back suddenly, a youth without resentment will have no regrets, just like the silent full moon on the hill. －Xi Murong's "Youth Without Complaints"

5: On a young night, I heard a song that was clear and lingering, like the mountain wind blowing through the lilies, and when I longed for it again, the sound was silent and disappeared. There is no place for me to leave the moonlight to soak into my skin. However, on a dusk twenty years later, there is something similar to that night, which makes the melody come. The sound of mountains and valleys should penetrate my heart. Looking back on everything The path to come\the green and horizontal green leaves\the ups and downs of this half life\turn into sweet tears in the twilight - Xi Murong's "Twilight" Xi Murong's classic poems

Xi Murong's classic poems

1. Can we not leave? Can we let time stay here?

2. I can't stop the thoughts at the tip of my pen, just like the unstoppable spring rain. Although it makes the streets muddy, it also washes away the little flowers of jasmine.

3. I like to go and leave.

4. I really like that kind of dream. I know clearly that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I still feel that the grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful, as if you and I have just met.

5. Five hundred years ago, five hundred years from now, will a woman come and sing for you with tears in her eyes?

6. The drizzle is not my tears.

7. The carousel is the cruelest game, chasing each other but there is an eternal gap.

8. Therefore, when we meet in this life, I always feel that there are some unfinished future, but I am in a trance, unable to distinguish them carefully, unable to tell you one by one.

9. The moonlight is like water, which is a waste.

10. There is no more reason to drink it all than at this moment.

11. Under his strong and gentle wings, I know, I know very well, that I am a pampered woman.

12. My premature gray hair revealed my sadness again.

13. After a sudden rain, just like the emergence of clouds, you must forgive, you must forgive, a woman's unreasonable sorrow.

14. There is always something that will stay, leaving an eternal mark, so that those who don’t know me can know how deeply I loved you. over you.

15. When the shackles were removed, I was finally left with a transparent body, quietly passing through the starry sky with tears in my eyes.

16. And tomorrow, tomorrow is another world away.

17. With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again, but I had to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty.

18. Memory is a form of meeting, forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

19. If the truth is hurtful, please choose lies. If lies are a kind of harm, please choose silence. If silence is a kind of harm, please choose to leave.

20. It is at such a beautiful moment that I long for you to hold me in my arms.

21. Jasmine seems to have no season. During the day and night, it always blooms small, fragrant buds and misses you. There seems to be no difference, during the day and night, every day. A dazed moment.

22. Will you appear suddenly? In the coffee shop on the corner, I will greet you with a smile, not talk about the past, just greetings, say something to you, just say something. ,haven't seen you for a long time.

23. If you had been a woman picking lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, I would have been the one you missed. If you had been that naughty boy who played truant, I would have been the brand-new marble that fell from your bag, watching you go away without knowing it in the grass by the roadside. If you had been the eminent monk facing the wall, I must have been the stick of incense burning in front of the temple, accompanying you for a quiet time.

24. You once loved me in that way, before you got tired of me.

25. Young love can only be like a meteor shower.

26. However, during the Shang Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, there were so many flowers and so many idle girls. After they turned back on the jade steps, they could only cut off the roses and insert them into the vase in vain.

27. If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, my love, what were we in our previous lives?

28. If, if I meet you again, what else can I give you.

29. If it was a mistake from the beginning, then why, why did it become so beautifully wrong.

30. If there is still rain after rain, if there is still sadness after sadness, love will allow me to calmly face the separation after separation, and continue to look for you who cannot appear with a smile.

31. How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship.

32. When I was a teenager, I loved these three words, "Take me away". Now, I will never let anyone take me away. I learned to walk on my own.

33. There is no her in his world, but he is the only one in her world. The world is like this, there is never any fairness. This is a wrestling match with no time limit. The more who cares, the worse they will lose.

34. The sky is so blue and the trees are so green. Life can be so peaceful and beautiful.

35. Why can’t I make a sound when I sing about you, or a chapter when I write about you? But as soon as I mention you, fire will burst into flames. In the fire is your body that is thousands of miles away, and your face that is thousands of years old, yours. Clouds, your trees, your wind.

36. I can’t choose my destiny, fate chose me.

The Beauty of Xi Murong

Regarding Xi Murong and the bright youth in her sentences, those well-collected times seem to come to you in a trance.

1. When I looked back, I suddenly realized that all my efforts in life were just for the people around me to be satisfied with me. In order to win the praise and smiles of others, I cautiously put myself into all the patterns and all the shackles. On the way, I suddenly realized that all I had left was a vague face and a road from which I could not turn back. ——"Soliloquy"

2. In this world, some roads must be faced and trudged alone. No matter how long or far the road is, no matter how dark the night, you have to go alone. Walk on silently.

3. Youth is like a grand and gorgeous play. We have different masks, play different roles, and perform different experiences, but we have the same sadness. ——"Youth Without Complaints"

4. I am just an actor, shedding my own tears in other people's stories. ——"The Actor"

5. I can lock the pen, why, but I can't lock the love and sadness. In a long life, why, joy always fades as soon as it appears, and is the last to go. The most beautiful moments are always the most urgent ones. ——"Why"

6. I finally believe that every road that comes up has a reason for having to travel that way. Every path you want to take has its own direction.

7. It turns out that time does not really pass away. It just disappears from our eyes, but turns around and hides in our hearts, and then slowly changes our appearance. ——"Transparent Sorrow"

8. There is something in my heart that I want to say. Maybe not necessarily to tell you, maybe some words are just to tell myself. ——"In the Fog"

9. I like to look back because I don't like to forget. I always think that in time, some people, some things, and some moments seem to have a specific arrangement. You may not feel it at the time, but in retrospect, it has a profound meaning. I have had so many beautiful moments that I really can’t bear to forget. ——"Transparent Sorrow"

10. All the joys and sorrows have been reduced to ashes. No matter which road in the world, I can't walk with you.

11. When we were young, we danced together because of love or just because of loneliness; after the vicissitudes of life, why do we remain lonely as before but would rather be strangers. ——"Youth without Resentment"

12. Not everyone knows the meaning of time, and not everyone knows how to cherish it. There is no fate of separation and aging at this time, only the hearts that are willing to love and those that are unwilling to love.

——"Soliloquy" Poems about Nostalgia by Xi Murong

"Nostalgia"

Author: Xi Murong

The song of hometown is a distant flute

It always sounds on moonlit nights

The appearance of my hometown is a vague feeling of loss

As if waving goodbye in the fog

After parting

Nostalgia is a tree without annual rings

Never grows old

The song is a native flute quiet and remote

Always sounded the night the moon

The face of home is a vague wistful

Waving goodbye as if the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings

Never to grow old

"Song of Departure"

Please sing me a song of Departure

Use The forgotten ancient words

Please call gently with a beautiful trill

The great rivers and mountains in my heart

The fragrance that can only be found outside the Great Wall

Anyone who says the tune of a plug song is too sad

If you don’t like listening to it

It’s because there is no desire for you in the song

And we always have to sing again and again

Thinking of the grassland shining with golden light

Thinking of the wind and sand roaring across the desert

Thinking of the banks of the Yellow River and the Yinshan Mountains

The hero rides back to his hometown

"The Ballad of the Great Wall"

Even though a piece of history was fought up and down the city

Even though the Yanzhi returned Yanzhi again

How many passes have there been so many joys and sorrows

You will always be a heartless building

Squatting on the top of the desolate mountain

Look coldly at the grudges of the world

Why can’t I sing when I sing about you

Can’t write about you

But when I mention you, I There is a burning fire

In the fire there is your body that is thousands of miles away

There is your face that lasts for thousands of years

There is your cloud, your tree, your wind

Under the Yin Mountain of Chilechuan

Tonight the moonlight should be like water

And the Yellow River will still flow by your side tonight

Flow into my sleepless In a dream

"Sandstorm"

The place where the sand comes from has a name

My father said, that is your hometown

The grassland outside the Great Wall is thousands of miles away

My mother said that my son’s name has only one memory

When the wind and sand rise, my hometown heart rises

When the wind and water fall, my hometown heart is nowhere to be found. Pause

Searching clouds, wandering eagles

My wave is not just for calling

Please let me row with you across the sky as a couple

Flying to the glorious Guanshan Mountain

A place I have never seen before is actually my hometown

All knowledge has only one name

In the gray city I can't find the direction here

Father, mother

That name is the thorn in my heart

Nostalgic poems by Xi Murong

"Destiny"

Deep in the Sea

I am suffocated in the blue nostalgia

Daisies have a kind of whiteness in dreams

Beyond the Great Wall

The grass is away

I was supposed to be herding sheep on the hillside

When the man I loved came riding a horse

You will see my red dress fluttering

What is fluttering tonight is

the European fog

I am lost in the gray alley In the alley

Beyond the Great Wall

The grass is leaving

"The Wandering Lake"

The Story of Lop Nur

Even though Loulan has been destroyed

There was so much love there that was hard to let go

How many tiny pieces of us were built up

The prosperity that is hard to let go

When you insist on being a fickle river

I can only

become the lake that moves indefinitely

But I have not forgotten Every month and night

I record the traces of water patterns under the moonlight

So that I can wait for you again after a thousand years

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"Hidden Pain"

I am not the only one

The memory of you

You have to know

There are many more There are so many clues

deep in my heart

But some I can’t touch

Once I touch them, it’s just once

The pain in my heart

So

when the moon comes out

I can only imagine your smile

but I never dare, never dare

Think about how it shines on me

Hometown beyond the Great Wall

"Postscript"

Hidden in childhood, hidden in the vague dusk

Hidden in the fading memory

There is something messy and scattered

Calling me in a low voice from the end of the road

It seems like a mistake Already cast

But no one wants to admit it

This is the whole life I can have

In such a strange way

In a warm and sweet night

but always thought it was a foreign land

I shed tears and told the stories I heard

From a strange hometown From Binghan History

1. You come from your hometown, so you should know about it. When I came, in front of the beautiful window, were the winter plum blossoms blooming? "Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

2. The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the writer is full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. "Autumn Thoughts" by Zhang Ji

3. Pedestrians outside the wall, and beauties inside the wall smile. Su Shi's "Spring Scenery of Butterflies in Love with Flowers"

4. The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"

5. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

6. After a man returns home, his thoughts are in front of the flowers. Sui Dynasty. Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day"

7. On the day when Yipo returns, look at the spiritual flag in the sky. "Farewell to the Clouds" by Xia Wanchun

8. When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades. Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"

9. This spring has passed by again, and when will it be the year of return? Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"

10. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

"Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

11. A sad song can be used as a cry, and a distant look can be used as a return home. Han Yuefu Folk Song "Elegy"

12. When I meet people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like their hometown. "Five Poems in Manshu" by Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty

13. In the past, I left, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Picking Wei"

14. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest. Nineteen ancient Chinese poems "Traveling again and again"

15. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. Knowing from afar that my brothers were climbing to a high place, they planted dogwood trees and one of them was missing. Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

16. The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. Dai Shulun's "A Night Stay at the Stone Station"

17. Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourn their hometown. Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"

18. Don't be sad because of separation. Warring States Period. Chu. Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs. Shao Siming"

19. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. "Quiet Night Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

20. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. "Wandering Son's Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty

21. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts. Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty "Looking at the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Mailing it to Dr. Du"

22. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the spring comes back after winter. Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River"

23. The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are full of loneliness. Du Fu's "Night in the Pavilion"

24. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask the visitor. Tang and Song Zhiwen "Du Dayu Ling"

25. Where is my hometown? You will forget it unless you are drunk. Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Man"

26. The sun is far away from us, and the clothes are wearing thin. "Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty. Line after line, line after line"

27. The wind blows across Yumen Pass for tens of thousands of miles. Li Bai's "Moon in the Mountains"

28. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all the people to their hometowns overnight. Li Yi "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

29. There is a sound of Wuye and a sound of autumn, a bit of banana and a bit of sadness. After the third watch, I return to my dream. "Water Fairy Night Rain" by Xu Zaisi

30. Only the water of the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. He Zhizhang's "Two Occasional Letters on Returning to Hometown"

31. I miss my hometown tonight, and I miss another year tomorrow. Gao Shi's "Masterpiece"