Please Xi Murong s poems The more the better, thank you

1, "When the Fog Rises".

I was in your arms when the fog lifted.

The forest is filled with moist aromas.

It's full of the boyhood that keeps reappearing.

After the fog clears. But it's a lifetime.

The mountains are empty and the lake is quiet. Only that is left among the thousands.

The back of the will never be mistaken either.

2. "The Value of Poetry".

If you ask me suddenly.

Why write poetry.

Why not do it.

Wow and other useful things.

Then I don't know either.

How it should be. I am like a goldsmith who beats and beats day and night.

Just to extend the pain back into it.

Gold ornaments as thin as cicada's wings.

I don't know how hard to do it.

Transform the sad ** into.

Lustrous and soft words.

Isn't there one too?

Beautiful value.

3, "The Walking Board Like a Song".

There must be something.

It's something I can't understand.

Otherwise, the grass and trees will be.

Grow in order. And migratory birds can fly back to their hometowns.

There must be something.

I am powerless.

Otherwise, how can day and night alternate?

So fast all the time.

They have all missed the sorrow and eroded my heart.

There must be something after the leaves fall.

It's something I have to give up.

It was the diary when I was sixteen years old.

Or I've been hiding it all my life.

Those are as beautiful as mountain lilies.

Secret. 4, "The Feast of Love".

It's a thing that makes people lose weight day by day.

It is the inexplicable sadness before the chopstick.

It's a feast in memory.

It can't be drunk, it can't be drunk, and it must be killed.

A drunk. 5, "Young Heart".

No turning back.

It's no longer the ancient Chenguang.

And it's not just those nights.

Asterisms and the Moon.

Although every early morning still will.

Open the window to visit. Every summer still.

There will be a delicate fragrance of jasmine.

But there's something.

It's already lost.

In front of a crowded street.

In the twilight of the hasty fall.

Oh my young heart.

There will be a delicate fragrance of jasmine.

But there's something.

It's already lost.

In front of a crowded street.

In the twilight of the hasty fall.

Oh my young heart.

Never to be seen again.

6, "Mussels and Pearls".

The scar could not be erased.

So with warm tears.

You wrap up the old days.

But the memory is growing in your bosom.

Crystal shines on every side.

They all come to the sore spots.

It makes you look back and grow old.

In the deep silence of the seabed.

7, "Origin".

It's right in between.

I've spent my whole life together.

Delivered to you.

There is nothing to consider.

You have time to calculate.

Laugh Hunger: Yes, nothing.

We can arrange it.

Before the thousands of layers of lotus leaves.

When you look back.

There are a lot of things that have been decided since then.

I am full of such one.

A floral afternoon.

8, "An Afternoon of Painting Lotus".

On that July afternoon.

If the lotus of the new rain is in front of.

If you haven't looked back.

I could have taken any kind of genre.

It could have been drawn in one.

A completely different sketch or watercolor.

My whole life could have had.

Different what ifs.

Before the lotus of the new rain.

You just walk by quietly.

On that July afternoon if.

If you haven't looked back.

1.If love can be explained, vows can be modified.

If you and I meet, you can reschedule.

Then, life will be more tolerant and filial piety.

Suppose, one day.

I can finally forget you.

However, this is not a casual tale.

It's not a play that will be played tomorrow, either.

I can't find the original and erase you in one fell swoop.

Xi Murong "Error".

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moment for this.

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Ask him to let us have a relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

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

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

Please listen carefully as you approach.

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

It is only because of the regret that you will look back, which makes me think about the twilight and the dynasty.

Xi Murong "Ancient Music House".

When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please, please be sure to be gentle with him.

No matter how long or how short you have been in love, if you can always be gentle with each other, then all the moments will be a flawless beauty.

If you have to separate, say goodbye and thank him in your heart for giving you a memory.

When you grow up, you will know that in the moment of looking back, the youth without resentment will have no regrets, such as the quiet full moon on the hill.

Xi Murong's "Youth Without Complaints".

Youth. All endings have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light.

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

Fate bound it with the utmost clumsiness.

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again.

But I have to admit it.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

When I first read this poem, I opened the yellowed title page, fate bound it very poorly, with tears, I read and re-read, but I had to admit that youth is too hasty when the book flowed, tears flowed down in an instant, my heart was sour, it turned out that my youth had passed away in a hurry, I could only catch the tail of youth, but I knew that the past will not be returned, cherish the present to live up to this time.

Hope. Actually, I was looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

Then a long life.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.

Each of us in love, we hope to hold hands with the other half we like for a lifetime, but there are very few who can go to the end, for me in a long-distance relationship, what I look forward to is nothing more than the moment when I get together with the other half, I think even if I break up in the future, the moment of reunion can also be savored in the years to come.

Lotus's heart. I.

It is a blooming summer lotus.

Much hope. You can see me now.

The wind and frost have not yet eroded.

The autumn rain has not yet fallen.

The season of youth is gone away from me.

I am not worried, nor afraid.

Now exactly.

The most beautiful moment.

But the heavy door is locked.

After a fragrant smile.

Who knows what is in my lotus's heart?

You don't have a chance.

It's either too early, it's just.

Too late. Someone once said that I hope you and I will be the best when we meet. I think this sentence is the voice of each of us, we all hope that we are the most beautiful when we meet the other half, but often the other half either comes too early or too late, but at least they have come to us without danger, which is the greatest luck.

Reading Xi Murong's poems, there will always be a lot of emotion, not so much reading poems, but seeing yourself from the poems.