Who is the author of a flowering tree

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun, it is full of flowers discreetly.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

About author:Xi Murong is a Mongolian female poet. Originally from Ming'an Banner, Chahar League, Inner Mongolia.

The full name of Mongolia is Mulun Silianbo, which means mighty river. After being a Mongolian royal family, my grandmother is a royal princess. In his father's military life, Xi Murong was born in Sichuan.

At the age of thirteen, he began to write poems in his diary, and at the age of fourteen, he entered the Taipei Normal Art Department, and later entered the Art Department of Taiwan Normal University. In 1964, he entered the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels, Belgium, where he majored in oil painting. After graduation, he served as an associate professor of fine arts at Hsinchu Teachers College in Taiwan.

He has held dozens of solo exhibitions, published art collections, and won many painting awards. In 1981, Taiwan's Dadi Publishing House published Xi Murong's first poetry collection "Qili Xiang", which was reprinted seven times within a year. Other poetry collections are also reprinted.

Xi Murong writes about love, life, and nostalgia, which is extremely beautiful, elegant and clear, lyrical and smart, full of love for life. influenced the growth of an entire generation.

The author of a flowering tree is Xi Tomb.

Xi Murong seems to be the ...... of the word "Mu".

A flowering tree.

Tomb of the Writer.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

A tree, a tree.

Standing alone from each other.

Wind and air. Tell them the distance.

But under the cover of dirt.

Their roots stretched.

In the depths of the unseen.

They tangle the roots together.

"Tree Dry Search" is a modern poem written by modern poet Ai Qing in the spring of 1940. Included in "Selected Poems of Ai Qing".

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Ask it to make us a dust bond.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun, it is full of flowers discreetly.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I am waiting for.

And you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

A Blossoming Tree is a lyrical poem written by Xi Murong on October 4, 1980. The author expresses the author's perception of nature through the description of a flowering tree. That is, life is a continuous process, a passage, a passage, and what she writes is touched by the scene of unknown life.

The full poem of a flowering tree is as follows:

A flowering tree.

Xi Murong. How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years, asking the Buddha to let us form a dusty relationship, and the Buddha turned me into a clan tree, growing beside the road you must pass.

Under the sun, I cautiously bloomed full of flowers, and the flowers were the hope of my previous life.

When you approach, please listen, the trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait, and when you finally walk by without looking, it falls to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not a petal, that's my withered heart.

The author describes this poem as a love poem written to the natural world, "I met a flowering tree at the scene of life, and I was speaking for it. As for some people's interpretation of the Sakumiwa as a love poem in which "the girl stands there waiting for the boy to see her", she said that she was "a little hesitant". But at the same time, she states that the poet's interpretation is only one of them, because the reader's interpretation also makes sense.

This poem is full of true beauty, but it is full of sincerity. In the poem, the lyrical protagonist "I" is transformed into a tree. The tree is impregnated with passionate, decimal, persistent love.

Its imagery is simple and new. Reading the whole poem, it is like seeing a tree that watches for love for life, it grows in the field of the poet's spirit, it is the flow and flying of the poet's emotions, and it is the externalization of the poet's emotions.

I am a flowering tree, and I think a lot when I read Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree" in the evening.

Why do you say I'm the tree?

After understanding the background of the creation, I gradually understood it when I read the poems again. The tree is not a lover, and I am not a lover of the tree, I am just a self-flowering tree, I am happy and serious to be myself, to live my own life, and to be the leader of my own world.

A tree, but with a height of life that I can't reach, I'm ashamed.

This flowering tree, although he knows that he is not easy to be discovered by Bole, he has a strong desire to be discovered: "How can you meet me, in my most beautiful moment". Look, I want you to see me, but in my most beautiful moments.

I'm not beautiful yet, so try my best boy, and when you're beautiful enough, passers-by will be amazed. ）

I am a flowering tree, and I know that fate has long been predestined, and every relationship has a specific God, which was promised by the Buddha five hundred years ago, so I "grow on the side of the road where you must pass, and bloom carefully in the sun" - waiting for you. This is called fate, you can't hide, you can't escape. Moreover, I have been waiting for five hundred years, so how can I not take it seriously.

I must be serious and cautious, "the flowers are my expectations in my previous life". The cultivation of a hundred years and two worlds is only for the moment you pass by, let you meet, at that moment, I am the most beautiful.

So when you arrived, I trembled, the whole world trembled, the passion I waited had intoxicated my left and right brains, and I looked forward to even a glance from you.

But, you came, you left again, and after all, you still ignored it.

I thought that a beautiful bloom I had waited for 500 years would be able to get you a smile back, but you ignored it.

That's it, that's it, no matter how beautiful the petals are, they will eventually wither, and no matter how long-lasting the fragrance is, they will eventually drift away, even if it has been in full bloom for five hundred years of cultivation, it can only fall dimly. The moment I landed, it was as if the sound of glass breaking came from afar.

It wasn't until this moment that I really understood that flowers bloom for me. Five hundred years of cultivation I wait for a moment to look back, five hundred years of cultivation let me be reborn in Nirvana, and in the next five hundred years, I will be a flowering tree, blooming beautifully, just for myself to enjoy.

1. Original text: "A Blossoming Tree".

2. How do I let you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Ask it to make us a dust bond.

The Buddha chained me and turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun, the sun is full of flowers.

The flowers are all the hopes of my previous life.

When you approach, please listen.

The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I am waiting for.

And you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not a petal, it's my withered heart.