Qilixiang poems Xi Murong, Xi Murong s appreciation of the poem Qilixiang

Xi Murong is a poet who has influenced batches of young poets with love poems and realistic walking poems. Xi Murong's writing "folds" his love for his hometown and life. "Poetry has always been there.

Poetry is nothing, reading poetry is also nothing, writing poetry should also be nothing, that poetry can live. It is also this "useless" mentality of reading and writing poetry that makes Xi Murong's poems always find resonance. In particular, her yearning for her hometown, in the current rapid development of urbanization, has made young people who have moved to other cities have a spiritual resonance.

Seven mile incense. Taiwan, China 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.

Background of creation. Poetry can explain things clearly, but usually can't say anything clearly. "When I wrote "Qili Xiang", it was the quietest moment in Xi Murong's life, it was the years of reading, falling in love, getting married, having children and only a little nostalgia, feeling sensitive and pure, and it was the most refreshing moment of life.

The white illustrations in the poem "Seven Miles of Fragrance" were also drawn by her when she coaxed the child to sleep. A fountain pen and a notebook, resting on the side of the bed, drawing anytime and anywhere. The little ones were also very quiet, and when they saw their mother holding the pen, they fell asleep contentedly.

Until now, looking back at her old works, Xi Murong is still glad for herself. "Thankfully, I wrote 'Seven Miles' when I was 36 years old, and I'm glad I wrote it when I was about to write it. Many people will regret their lack of work, but I didn't, I think fortunately, on the way I came, I left "Seven Miles of Fragrance".

Poetry appreciation: chasing dreams and parting young, vicissitudes of life in middle age.

The content of this poem can be summed up in one word: "Chasing dreams young and parting, vicissitudes of life in middle age." The structure is also clear: the first stanza uses metaphors to dominate the poem, while the last two stanzas illustrate the meaning of the two lines of the poem in the first stanza.

The stream is anxious to flow to the ocean, the tide is eager to return to the land", the river, the wave, a pair of opposing images. The river represents youth and frivolity, indomitable, does not know the taste of sorrow, sees the sea, and sees the outside world, so it will ignore it and roar to the ocean; And the waves, who have been wandering in the sea for many years, are tired of drifting, so they will yearn to return to the land. This pair of enemies has different ideas and different perceptions, but they are actually destined and will inevitably break up.

In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers, I waved goodbye so easily", when we first fell in love, we didn't understand love. It may be just for a sentence, or it may stem from an inadvertent quarrel and break up so decisively. In the spring when everything is recovering, how poignant and sad it is to break up in front of green trees and white flowers.

It's this poem, not this collection of poems, don't appreciate it as follows.

This is a delicate and touching beautiful little poem, full of sincere and fervent love. When we walk through a colorful flower, a pleasant path, or pass a solitary flower, a remnant of green, do we think that there are some reckless creatures around us who are watching over us, blessing us, loving us deeply, beautiful and happy because of our existence?

Love is a kind of pain, but also a kind of happiness; Sadness is a kind of happiness and a kind of pain. Is there really a reincarnation of creation that accomplishes the continuation and transmission of emotions? Or is the beauty around us revealing a message of love?

When we are children, we want to be a blossoming tree, hoping to mature. However, time ignores desire. Growth and transformation is the inevitable process of flowers blooming and falling, and the beauty of time lies in its inevitable passing.

The flowers blooming under the sun are thick and heavy, and the desolation of flowers falling in one place is abrupt and sad. Could it really take 10,000 years to cultivate the human form, and another 10,000 years to cultivate the seven emotions and six desires, before you can stand in front of your loved ones and shed the first tears.

Maybe it was destined to be wrong in the first place, but I don't want to believe that our fate is only a coincidence. Five hundred years of waiting has been exchanged for the moment of meeting, and if I wait another five hundred years or more, will you see how my tree-filled expectations fall for you?

A tree blooms only once, and a person is beautiful only once. Just so that you can meet me, in my most beautiful moments, and you walk by in defiance, stepping on layer upon layer of flowers. That's when I realized: Encounters are not beautiful, encounters are wrong.

In ordinary days, blessed are those who can take the truth and love seriously!

This poem allows us to see a lonely heart, full of anticipation of love but seemingly unknown. Her (his) emotions are sincere and fervent, and there is no lack of persistence in her mourning. To be a manifestation of love requires perseverance.