"Lotus's Heart" is a poem of resentment. It expresses the sorrow of love, and there is a kind of helplessness of passing by, "hating not to meet when you are not married". Xi Murong is good at writing love poems in this regard. Her poetic ideas are light and delicate, the language is simple and clean, and the subtle spirit, graceful character, and gentle temperament of classical poetry are naturally revealed from her poems.

On the surface, the poem is a flower pouring out her heart, but in essence, it is a girl's emotional self-description. Every sentence of the poem goes straight to the heart, although simple but not boring, like a spring flowing into the heart, elegant, sweet, refreshing. As he writes in his prose: the lighter it is, the more you can feel the sense of eternity; The clearer you are, the more you can feel the sense of sincerity; The softer you are, the more you can feel the purity. Gently, quietly, like tasting tea; Like making friends; Like a memory. The feelings of poetry seem to infect you, surging you, making you involuntarily intoxicated, self-destructive, forgetful, and let your thoughts fly to every corner of your heart......

This kind of delicate and subtle feelings are probably only shown except for girls.

"If" is written about a woman's thoughts, her persistent pursuit of love, her hesitation for her lover, her can't bear to let go, she can't bear to separate, and all her emotions turn into tears and slowly flow down in silence.

That person occupies too much in his heart, digging out a large blank everywhere, and no one can fill the loneliness, helplessness and emptiness of life brought by this blank. In fact, she just wants to say that the four seasons can be dim and the sun can be dim, but love will be an eternal river, never stopping, In the recitation, there should be a kind of tenderness, and then it should be narrated, calm but there is a subtle touch.

Original:

"Lotus's Heart" / Xi Murong

I am a blooming summer lotus

Much hope

You can 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 not worried, I'm not afraid

Now exactly

My most beautiful moment

But the heavy door is locked

After the 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

"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