Xi Murong s moonlit night is like a song, and the bright moon night is Xi Murong

The poem upstairs is called "The First Encounter", and it is completely reversed, and the original poem is as follows:

Beautiful dreams are the same as beautiful poems.

It's all something that can be met but not sought.

It often comes at the most unexpected moments.

I like dreams like that.

In dreams, everything can start again.

Everything can be explained slowly.

I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.

I was able to regain the ecstasy and gratitude I was able to regain.

The heart is overflowing with happiness.

Just because you're right in front of my eyes.

Smile at me just as you did back then.

I really like dreams like that.

I know you've traveled thousands of miles for me.

But I feel that the herbs are delicious and the flowers are colorful.

It's like you and I have just just met.

-Life is beautiful if it is only as it first sees :)

In the years of sorrow and joy.

There are always some sentences.

Whether scattered or in line.

will bloom like flowers in the heart.

There is always such a feeling.

Whether written or out of context.

It is worth cherishing ——— encountering a beautiful poem :)

First encounter. It's as if you and I have just met for the first time.

But I feel that the fallen flowers are colorful and the herbs are delicious.

I know you think I've traveled thousands of miles.

I really like dreams like that.

Smile at me just as you did back then.

Just because you're right in front of my eyes.

The bosom is overflowing with happiness.

I was able to regain the ecstasy and gratitude I was able to regain.

All the time that was wasted.

I can even feel it in my heart.

Everything can be explained slowly.

In dreams, everything can start again.

I like dreams like that.

It often comes at the most unexpected moments.

It's all something that can be met but not sought.

Beautiful dreams are the same as beautiful poems.

I wonder if this is the poem you're looking for?

The moonlight is still like water, and the evening breeze is still cool.

How could she not remember? There is always a full moon rising in my heart, reflecting the dark and dense shadows of the trees in front of the slope, I remember very clearly that it is a hillside, there is a moon, there are trees, but I have never remembered that I will see it in **, I don't know what kind of place it is?

Give her a sense of déjà vu and a trance-like nostalgia.

[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.

That round of the month.

Xi Murong Therefore, on that night, when the moon shone into the ancient mountain forest, I must have been deeply moved.

At that time, I was so young, I always thought that these moments would have come and go, and I should have enjoyed them, and my heart was only moved because of their amazing beauty. But I didn't expect that there could be such a large area of lush trees, and that there could be such a clear moonlight all night, which is really a rare encounter in the world, a dream that will never be repeated.

That night, when I stood in front of that winding mountain path, I was just twenty years old, and the moon had just risen over the side of the mountain.

What a month that is!

Before it appeared, the world was dark, the trail was so deep and terrifying that I hardly had the courage to step it. And when the moon rose from behind the mountain, in that instant, all things and things were like the moon, shining a clear and translucent luster like water, and my heart became full, happy, and serene in that instant.

Happiness is sometimes just a very simple feeling. That night, when I walked slowly up the hill along the path overgrown with sheep's tooth plants, perhaps because of the detour of the road, perhaps because of the joy in my heart, I didn't feel that the climb was hard and laborious at all.

Walking to a slightly sparsely wooded clearing, there were just a few large rocks for us to sit down and rest, and when I looked up at the sky, I just thought how those trees had grown so straight and so tall. The moonlight poured down like mercury on the clear sky, and I was immersed in the moonlight, and I felt that my heart became transparent. Youth is like wine, it seems that I drank it all that night, smoky and fragrant.

What kind of youth is that!

And not everyone can have such a full moon every night, and not everyone can encounter such a full moon. The beauty and preciousness of youth lies in its innocence and flawlessness, in its encounterability but not in demand, and in its never-return.

Recently, when I look back, I am not only surprised and amazed by the arrangement of creation, but also deeply convinced and grateful for what I could not have noticed in my young days.

It expresses the poet's deep nostalgia for his hometown and the sorrow of wandering alone.

Why should I love you?

The sea has come up.

The sand that has overflowed my life.

And retreated so quickly.

Roll away the youth.

Roll away the youth.

Sprinkle the sky full of stars.

The mountains are still the same, the trees are still the same.

Under my feet is not the water of yesterday.

The wind is clear and the clouds are light.

Wild lilies. Scattered on the top of the mountain at dusk.

Who turned into a laurel tree in the moonlight.

You can escape the thoughts of the night.

This poem gives people a faint melancholy, ostensibly referring to the helplessness of love, but also to express the deviation of the pursuit of ideals.

The exchange between the sand and the sea, and then with the stars, constitutes the process of love in the poem. In the moonlight, the scenery of mountains and trees, wind and clouds, coupled with the flow of water, the blooming of wild lilies, turns the author's thoughts into a laurel tree. This is the perfect blend of poetry and painting, love and scenery, and perhaps the charm of poetry lies in this.

Xi Murong. October 15, 1943—), Mongolian, full name Muren Silianbo, is a contemporary painter, poet, and essayist. Originally from the Chahar Department of Inner Mongolia.

In 1963, Xi Murong graduated from the Fine Arts Department of Taiwan Normal University and was born in Brussels, Belgium in 1966.

The Royal Academy of Arts completed his studies and won many awards such as the Belgian Royal Gold Medal and the Brussels ** Gold Medal. He is the author of more than 50 kinds of poetry collections, prose collections, picture albums and anthologies, such as "Qili Xiang", "Youth Without Complaints", and "A Flowering Tree".

and other psalms became popular and became classics.

Xi Murong. The works mostly write about love, life, and nostalgia, which are extremely beautiful, elegant and clear, lyrical and smart, full of love for life, and have influenced the growth process of a whole generation. In December 2017, Xi Murong wrote the lyrics, Lu Xuedong composed the music, and Jiang Lina sang "Hometown Song".

He won the Best Original Single Award in the National Category at the 10th China Golden Record Awards.

Laurel's wishes, why should I love you?