Ask for modern poetry, the more the merrier, for me to choose!

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by. Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dissipated, even hers.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

"Seeing and Not Seeing" - Cangyang Gyatso.

You see, or you don't see me.

I was right there.

Not sad or happy. You read me, or you don't read me.

The love is there.

Don't come and go. You love, or don't love me.

The love is there.

Neither increase nor decrease. You follow, or you don't.

My hand is in yours.

Don't give up. Come into my arms.

Or let me dwell in your heart.

Silently in love.

Silence and joy.

If love can be explained, vows can be modified.

If you and I meet, you can reschedule.

Then, life will be easier.

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.

Xi Murong "Error".

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

All the sweetness and sadness there in a flash.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

Let me bow my head and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you and say goodbye to you.

Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

Xi Murong's "Choice".

Accidental Xu Zhimo.

I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves

You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better if you remember, it's better if you forget.

The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous!

Far and Near" — Gu Cheng.

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

Xi Murong's, I personally like her "A Flowering Tree" the most; In addition, "A Locust Leaf"; Finally, there is another song, I can't think of it.

The light blue night in the afterglow overflowed into the window, and the summer was too full.

The firefly's small palace lamp is dreaming.

Dreaming of the Tang Palace Dreaming of a chasing light Luo fan.

Dream of another summer night The funeral of a star.

Dreaming of the extension and extinction of a flash.

And your exclamation in my review and a moment of bewilderment.

The soul of poetry lies in love, and poetry is only true to love. Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree" shows a young girl's heart of spring with sincerity and shock.

How you meet me in this most beautiful moment"At the beginning of the poem, the image of a beautiful and dignified, bold and frank girl poured out, which was vivid and moving. There is no earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods, the word "the most beautiful" depicts the girl's pursuit of pure, sacred, great, and beautiful love in a nuanced and incisive way, but without the slightest pretentiousness, it is the natural expression of the true sincerity of the girl's heart.

The sun is full of flowers, and the flowers are the hope of my past life"

Some people say that love is fate, love a person or not love a person, is a feeling, is not a choice, any effort is deliberately reluctant, is in vain, however, in the vast sea of people, how many people are lined up, holding the number plate of love, looking left and right forward, love has to turn a few corners to come? The person we are waiting for, how far in the future is he? If it is said that the fate is in the providence, then the part is man-made.

The flattery of modern people is a kind of consolation of negative self-abandonment. The woman in the poem, "carefully blooming full of flowers" on the side of the road that the person she cares about, is a declaration of love, and an act of positive achievement and "share" with the person she likes. The word "prudent" more delicately depicts the psychological activities of women who strive to improve themselves and look at love with a sincere heart.

Life is in a hurry, and what we inadvertently flow away is not just love? Success is destined for three points, and seven points depend on hard work, and love to fight will win.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart"

Beware of people. Walk by in disregard".

It is not the petals that fall to the ground, but the withered heart of the girl, the tears, the blood, the loss, the cry and complaint, and its desolate condition is tear-jerking; However, falling red is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. The one who fell to the ground is the girl's heart is not ashamed, the love has no regrets, the life has no regrets, the truth of her love, the sincerity of the meaning, and the persistence of the pursuit of the heart, it is really shocking, crying ghosts and gods!

Xi Murong said: "This is a love poem I wrote to the natural world. I met a flowering tree at the scene of life, and I was giving it a voice.

As for some people's interpretation of the work as a love poem in which "the girl stands there waiting for the boy to look at her", she said that she was "a little hesitant". But she also states that the poet's interpretation is only one of them, because the reader's interpretation is also authoritative.

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

I have been praying for this 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.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

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.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Lotus's heart. I am a blooming summer lotus.

I wish you could see me now.

The wind and frost have not yet eroded.

The autumn rain did not fall.

The season of youth is gone away from me.

I'm already in the wings. Neither worry nor fear.

Now it is. My 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 not too early.

It's just too late. Or you can find Xi Murong's works by yourself, I personally like it, recommend it.

Chun Feng Tang Chunshui was born.

The spring forest is in full bloom. The spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you.

1. All the sycamore rains, next to the lotus pond, you are elegant and fresh, gentle and elegant.

In front of the roses, on the chrysanthemum stage, you are delicate, but extraordinary.

I would like to turn into a butterfly to haunt you, and I would like to turn into a white cloud for you to see the sun.

You smiled lightly in response to my honest gesture, and we walked hand in hand on the green meadow.

"Deep in the Heart".

Will you come? One day, maybe it was the morning of the first dawn.

Maybe it's the twilight of the sunset.

Will you come? Hold a bouquet of fragrant flowers.

With a gentlemanly smile.

Naive thoughts.

It only comforted the naïve me.

Simple and funny lovesickness.

It has been turned into a rich memory.

Hehe, knock on the head.

It's time to wake up from the dream.