Find a few poems similar to A Blossoming Tree.

I want to be a tree.

No parting, no change!

Even if it is decayed, it will not leave everything I am familiar with ...

With the people I love and friends forever, even if I can only look at each other from afar...

Think of the distance once in a while ...

Every day, I try to pull the corners of the sunset, and I am reluctant to lose the warmth in my eyes. . .

Gorgeous, staged for the parting in front of us and the desolation of a whole season.

Brilliant appearance, hidden lonely heart, friends around you, are you the same?

The depression in my heart makes me sometimes desperate for the coming of the night.

Let everything disappear into the darkness, including your own dim heart ...

Blue, everywhere you look, is surrounded by you.

I'm beginning to wonder if you are the color of my life.

The sky has become another country that I yearn for.

Maybe in the next life, I can become a bird and return to the homeland that should belong to me.

Rain Alley. Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

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

Like me, like me.

Silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

Rain Lane (3 photos).

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

She floated by with a breath-like gaze.

Like a dream, like a dream, like a dream, miserable and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A sprig of lilacs, 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 extinguished, and her fragrance was scattered.

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.

A girl with a grudge.

The full poem of a flowering tree is as follows:

Xi Murong. How about 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 relationship with the earth, and the Buddha turned me into a tree and grew by the side of 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 work as a love poem in which a girl stands there waiting for a boy to look at her, she said 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.

A flowering tree - Xi Murong.

How about 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 have a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree and grew it by the side of 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 leaves, is the enthusiasm I am waiting for!

And when you finally walk by in defiance, and fall to the ground behind you.

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

Qilixiang - Xi Murong.

The stream is in a hurry to flow to the ocean.

The tide is eager to return to the land.

In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers.

He waved goodbye so easily.

And twenty years after the vicissitudes of life.

But our spirits return night after night.

The breeze blows by.

Then it turned into a garden full of tulips.

Uncomplaining youth - Xi Murong.

At a young age.

If you fall in love with someone.

Please be gentle with her.

It doesn't matter how long or how short you've been in love.

If you can always be gentle with each other, then.

All moments will be a flawless beauty.

If you have to separate.

Say goodbye too.

Be thankful in your heart.

Thank you for giving you a memory.

You'll only know when you're older.

In the moment of sudden retrospection.

Youth without resentment will have no regrets.

Like the quiet moon on the hill.

"Ferry" Let me say goodbye to you.

Gently pull out my hand again.

I know that longing has taken root since then.

Floating clouds and white sun, mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.

Let me shake you goodbye.

Gently pull out my hand again.

The years have come to a halt.

Tears flow into rivers in my heart.

It's such a helpless gaze.

There was not a single flower to be found next to the ferry.

Just pin the blessing on your placket.

And tomorrow tomorrow is the end of the world.

Prayer Words: I know that the world is not absolutely good.

I also know that it has parting and aging.

However, I only had one chance.

Hear my prayer, O Lord.

Please give me a long summer.

Give me a flawless memory.

Give me a tender heart.

Give me a white romance.

I can only come to this world once so.

Please give me another beautiful name.

so that he may whisper to me in the night.

In the years of Mercedes.

Always remember what we once loved.

are all poems by Xi Murong.

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 entangle their roots in a spring hailstorm.

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

A Blossoming Tree

How Kaysen first 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 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.

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 the things she writes are touched by the scene of life.

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