Who is good for Fang Wenshan and Xi Murong s poems, and who has the full poems of Xi Murong s If ?

Fang Wenshan is good at dismantling the inertia of language use, re-watering the weight of words, giving them new meanings, weaving new textures, and constructing a new postmodern style of words.

Fang Wenshan. Poems

Listen to the light time leading the pace of the night.

It's like being alone in the wilderness, away from the hustle and bustle of the red dust.

At this moment, the soul is bathed in the aftertaste of clear light.

The lights were dim, and I thought about adjusting the time difference.

A cup of warm tea from the past is placed on the table.

The hand holding the pen on the rice paper is still imitating the calligraphy of the calligraphy.

Extremely meticulously reproduce the prosperous scene thousands of years ago.

So the artistic conception of the poem can be traced back to the Han and Tang dynasties.

This is a long chapter in the twilight of the years.

Finally, I found a trace of warm concern through the mist.

It's like the lonely moon wandering on the edge.

finally found a place where I could live in my thoughts.

Xi Murong. A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying 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.

Under the sun, it is full of flowers discreetly.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

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.

Isn't it a style?

Personally, I like Fang Wenshan.

Fang Wenshan! I use the first person.

Combine the past love and hate.

Transcription in our script.

I use the second person.

cried bitterly in the play.

Separate from the people you love most.

I use the third person.

The description is too late to be warm.

has already turned the youth.

This song is one of his no-makeup rhyme poems "Controlling Youth".

To experience the connotation of Xi poems, and then to experience the emotions that Fang poems can drive! Who do you think is better?

I like Xi Murong, Xi Murong (1943), a famous poet, essayist, painter, ancestral home in Inner Mongolia Chahar League Ming'an Banner. His published poetry collections include "Seven Miles of Fragrance", "Youth Without Complaints", "Nine Chapters of Time", "Light and Shadow on the Edge", "Lost Poems", "I Fold My Love" and so on. The new work "Xi Murong and Her Inner Mongolia" uses beautiful words and hand-shot **, recording Xi Murong since 1989"Hometown"After the encounter, 17 years of tracing the history of nomadic culture.

Born in Sichuan, he spent his childhood in Hong Kong and grew up in Taiwan. After graduating from the Department of Fine Arts of Taiwan Normal University, he went to Europe for further study. In 1996, he graduated from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels, Belgium.

He has won many solo exhibitions at home and abroad, and has won the Belgian Royal Gold Medal, the Brussels Gold Medal Award, two bronze medals of the European Artists Association, the Golden Tripod Award for Best Lyrics, and the ZTE Literature and Art Medal New Poetry Award. He has been a professor at Hsinchu Normal University in Taiwan for many years, and is now a professional painter.

He is the author of more than 50 kinds of poetry collections, prose collections, picture albums and anthologies, etc., and has readers all over the world. In the past ten years, he has devoted himself to exploring Mongolian culture, taking his hometown as the theme of his creation. In 2002, he was appointed as an honorary professor of Inner Mongolia University.

Xi Murong's poems include "Qili Xiang", "Uncomplaining Youth", "Nine Chapters of Time", "Light and Shadow on the Edge", "Lost Poems", "I Fold My Love", and the most famous are the starry sky and the goddess.

I like Xi Murong's "Mistake" and "A Flowering Tree".

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 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 not too early, it's just that.

Too late youth.

All the endings of Xi Murong 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 much 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.

Turn the yellowed title page one by one.

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.

poignant "Drama".

Please don't believe my beauty.

Don't believe in my love either.

Under the face covered in oil paint.

What I have is a playful heart.

So please don't.

Don't take my sorrow seriously.

Don't be heartbroken with my performance.

Dear friends.

This life and this life. I'm just a joke.

Always shed your own tears in someone else's story.

The mountain lily has no quarrel with people and opens quietly.

A fragrant mountain lily.

Quietly open in my heart.

No one knew it existed.

It's white. It's just my wanderer.

On a lonely road.

I think of it with a smile all the time.

A flowering tree.

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.

Under the sun, it is full of flowers discreetly.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

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.

Friend, I also like Xi Murong's poems very much, whenever I cry, whenever I am lonely, whenever I am helpless, I will think of her poems, and I will silently chant them in my heart over and over again

My Faith (Xi Murong).

I believe that the essence of love is the same.

The simplicity and tenderness of life.

I believe in all.

The reflection and sympathy of light and shadow.

I believe in a tree full of flowers.

It only comes from a seed in the snow and ice.

I believe in three hundred psalms.

It's just that.

I couldn't say it when I was younger.

That one word. I believe in God's arrangement.

I also believe if you are willing to be with me.

Let's go back together.

Above that distant and humble source.

We will finally understand each other.

My favorite of Xi Murong's poems is "Enlightenment in the Rain".

Enlightenment in the rain.

If the rain is followed by the rain, it will rain.

If sorrow is followed by sorrow.

Please let me face this parting calmly.

Farewell smile and continue to search.

A person who can't reappear you.

There are also her "Hope", "A Blossoming Tree", "Youth", "Puzzles", "Lotus's Heart" and so on.

This is my blog, which has a lot of poems by Xi Murong. Welcome!

If the four seasons can be arranged extremely bleak.

If the sun wills.

Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.

If love willing.

I can never be seen again.

If you want.

Except for the thoughts of you.

My dear friend, I have nothing left.

However if you want.

I will immediately wither and break my thoughts.

If you will, I will.

Dig up every seed.

Cut every river.

Let the barrenness dry up and stretch to infinity.

In this life, in this life, I will never think of you again.

Except, except in some.

Wet in the night with tears if.

If you want.

"If" Xi Murong.

The four seasons can be arranged in an extremely bleak manner.

If the sun wills.

Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.

If love willing.

I can never be seen again.

If you want.

Except for the thoughts of you.

My dear friend, I have nothing left.

However if you want.

I will immediately wither and break my thoughts.

If you will, I will.

Dig up every seed.

Cut every river.

Let the barrenness dry up and stretch to infinity.

In this life, in this life, I will never think of you again.

Except, except in some.

In the night wet with tears.

If you want to.

The four seasons can be arranged in an extremely bleak manner.

If the sun wills.

Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.

If love willing.

I can never be seen again.

If you want.

Except for the thoughts of you.

Relatives and friends.

I don't have anything left.

However if you want.

I will immediately wither my thoughts.

Break off if you will.

I'm going to cut every river.

Let the barrenness dry up and stretch to infinity.

This life and this life. Never think of you again.

Except, except in some.

In the night wet with tears.

If you want to.

It is a feast that never breaks up in memory, and it is a drunkenness that cannot be drunk or drunk.

Go to Jay's lyrics to find it, don't you think his lyrics are like poems...

Like that....Blue and white porcelain....

Fang Wenshan has a book, "Poems about Fang Wenshan's Plain Rhyme".

There's it in there.

Then you should specifically look for Fang Wenshan's works.

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.

Under the sun, it is full of flowers discreetly.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

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.

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about the twilight and the dynasty.

Xi Murong "Ancient Music House".

If love can be explained, vows can be modified.

If you and I meet, you can reschedule.

A flowering tree, seven miles of incense, uncomplaining youth, lotus's heart, nostalgia, the first encounter, on the dark river, one of youth.

These are some of the most widely circulated.

Personally, I also like Shanyue, looking back, sad songs, reunion one, Loulan bride, if, ferry, Shanyue's old work two, an afternoon of painting lotus, etc., are also very classic.

03;Reply. It's really classic enough. Xi Murong - how to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment, for this, I have begged in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us tie up a dusty relationship, Lin Daiyu rushed Xi Murong [classic poetry].

Xi Murong's classic poems... 2007-8-121

Youth is beautiful.

All the endings of Xi Murong have been written.

All the tears have been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that didn't come back.

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 extremely poorly.

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

But I have to admit it.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

Lin Daiyu rushed to Xi Murong [classic poetry]. Xi Murong - How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been praying in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a relationship... It's really classic enough.

2007-8-121:03;Reply.

It is Xi Murong's, and the name is "Sad Song". The original text is as follows:

I will never see you again in this life.

Just for goodbye.

It's not you anymore. The inner you are never again.

What is reproduced is only the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon and the passing years.