Excerpts from Xi Murong’s classic quotations

Excerpts from Xi Murong’s classic quotations

Murong (October 15, 1943 -), Mongolian, full name Mulun Xi Lianbo, contemporary painter, poet, essayist . Originally from Chahar tribe in Inner Mongolia. I have compiled excerpts of Xi Murong's classic quotations for you, hoping it will be helpful for your reference.

1. Don’t refuse to say that beautiful vow just because it might change; don’t dare to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you might be separated. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "The Imprint"

2. I came here on the moon just because you were in the mountains, the wind blew your hair, your neck, your bare shoulders, and the moonlight clothed me in Chinese clothes - Xi Murong "Mountain Moon"

3. You go, I have to get used to being alone. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

4. Time remains invincible. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Nine Chapters of Time"

5. When I was young, because of my shyness and many strange concerns, I was never able to say some words, and I never dared to make some requests. I missed so many wonderful nights in vain. And after so many years, if we let this night end here, we would have no excuses to forgive ourselves. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Home Under the Maple Tree"

6. When I was young, in those long sunny afternoons, I had nothing to do and nothing to fear, just because I Know that in my life, there is an eternal waiting. Frustrations will come and pass, tears will be shed and put away. Nothing can make me discouraged, because I have a long life, and you, you will definitely come. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Written to Happiness"

7. Then I opened the yellowed title page. Destiny had bound it extremely poorly. With tears in my eyes, I read and reread it, but I had to admit that youth is A book that is too hasty - "Youth" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

8. Don't refuse to say that beautiful vow just because it might change. Don't dare to ask for your love just because you might be separated. There is always something left behind when we meet, leave it behind as an indestructible mark so that people who don’t know each other can know how deeply I loved you - "Mark" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong < /p>

9. All the endings of youth have been written, and all the tears have started, but I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning it was. No matter how I pursue it, that ancient summer will never come back. When you were young, you just passed by like a cloud shadow, and your smiling face was very light and faint, gradually disappearing in the mist after sunset. Then I opened the yellowed title page. Destiny bound it extremely poorly, but with tears in my eyes, I read it over and over again. I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty - "Youth" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

10. If it was a mistake from the beginning, then why did it turn out to be so beautiful - Taiwanese prose Family Xi Murong

11. The banquet has ended, everyone has gone away, and you are among the crowd. The dusk is so thick that you can no longer be recognized and we will never meet again. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Puzzle"

12. Let me shake hands with you, and then gently pull out my hand, knowing that longing will take root from now on, floating in the clouds, the mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle, let me shake hands with you, and then gently pull out. The time in my hands has stopped, and the tears have merged into a river in my heart. I am staring at the ferry with such helplessness. I can’t find a flower to send, so I pin my blessings on my lapel. Tomorrow and tomorrow will be another world------ Ferry - "Qili Xiang" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

13. We are all actors, shedding our own tears in other people's stories. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

14. In fact, what I look forward to is just that moment. I never asked you to give me your life. If I can be with you on the hillside full of gardenias. If we can meet and love deeply once and then part ways, then the long life will be just the short moment when we look back - "Hope" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

15. It was so easy We wave goodbye to each other, but after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night - Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

16. Every song that will be passed down should be the most painful from our hearts. Was it sung by a local? ——Xi Murong

17. In the years after Qiu Lai, I could almost be mistaken for a hopelessly optimistic woman. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Autumn Lai" Later》

18. Money is a useful thing, but it will only bring you happiness when you feel satisfied. Otherwise, in addition to giving you trouble and jealousy, it will Nothing positive at all.

——Xi Murong

19. There are many things in this world that you think you can continue to do tomorrow; there are many people you think you can definitely see again tomorrow; so, before you temporarily let go When you turn around first or temporarily, all you have in your heart is the hope that we will be reunited tomorrow, and sometimes you won't even feel this hope. Because, you think that since the days are passing by day by day like this, of course they should also pass by like this day by day. Yesterday, today and tomorrow should be no different. But, there will be that one time: the moment you let go and turn around, something will completely change. The sun sets, but before it rises again, some people will say goodbye to you forever. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Little Red Gate"

20. Not everyone knows the meaning of time, and not everyone knows how to cherish it. There is no fate of separation and aging in this world, there are only hearts that are willing to love and those that are unwilling to love. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Soliloquy"

21. If each other had appeared earlier, maybe they wouldn't be intertwined with each other, or maybe they had met later, so late that the two people would be in separate situations. In the love experience, I slowly learned tolerance and consideration, kindness and compromise. Maybe when we come together, we will not give up so easily, turn around willfully and let go of love. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

22. "Just because each flower can only bloom once, it is extremely careful not to miss a step. In the tree full of flowers, not a single flower blooms at the wrong time." They are so cautious and serious about welcoming the only spring. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong"

23. They gave me a riddle and asked me to guess it correctly. Only if I guess it correctly can I be with you. Only when you meet can you give me the love I am looking forward to. ——"Puzzle" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

24. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to allow us to form a mortal relationship. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong "A Blooming Tree"

25. If you know that what you are doing is not wrong, then you can continue to do it and ignore how others will laugh at you. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Transparent Sorrow"

26. Please don't believe in my beauty and don't believe in my love. Under the face covered with oil paint, I have the heart of an actor, so don't be afraid. Don’t take my sorrow seriously and don’t break your heart along with my performance. My dear friend, in this life, I am just an actor. I will always shed my own tears in other people’s stories - "Collected Poems of Xi Murong" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

27. If love can be explained and vows can be modified. If the encounter between you and me can be rearranged, then life will be easier. If, one day, I can finally forget you. However, this is not a casual legend. It's not a drama that will be staged tomorrow. I can't find the original manuscript and erase you with one stroke - "Mistake" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

28. It turns out that the beauty of the whole life lies in its eternity. Stop it! ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Transparent Sorrow"

29. "If life is just like the first time we met, the beauty of sadness can only be frozen in memories. Maybe one day I will turn around and leave behind a beautiful The perfect arc tells the attachment to yesterday - Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "First Encounter"

30. If, one day, I can finally forget you, however. , this is not a casually legendary story, nor is it a drama that will be staged tomorrow. I cannot find the original manuscript and erase you with one stroke. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Error"

31. In the fragrant season, because of the flowers falling, loneliness, and your looking back, I sang with tears in my eyes. What I sang was just a tuneless song, but suddenly it suddenly changed. Because of the curtain, the lights turned on, and everyone applauded, I realized that my song turned out to be the highlight of the play - "Encounter" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

32. I finally believe that every step that comes up The road has its own reasons for having to travel that way. Every path you want to take has its own direction.

——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

33. Please forgive me for not saying goodbye and trying to hide you in the deepest corner, to a distance that no one can reach in any age. ——Xi Murong "Farewell"

34. There are sentences that no one knows in the dark blue and light blue tears - Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

35. I will also cry my tears. It seems that those few jasmine flowers stuck in the pages of the book when we were young may fall from the occasionally opened title page one evening many years later, leaving no fragrance and no sound anymore - Xi Murong's "Zen"

36. I also know that before that, I must first learn to be independent. In the deepest part of my heart, I must learn not to seek dependence on anyone - "The Single Tree" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

37. You When you say you are bad, I feel pain, and it hurts so much that I don’t know how to comfort you. When you say you are drunk, I feel pain, and it hurts so much that I can’t control myself, and my thoughts are confused. My language is too pale, but my heart aches because of every word you say. Too many things I can't do, I can't do as I wish, I want to leave, leave this you who makes me hurt. Turning around, it was too difficult to fall in love with someone else. I just cared about you and forgot to leave. Time and time again, I got used to you, used to having you, and used to love everything about you. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

38. If it is still rain after rain, if it is still sadness after sadness, please let me calmly face this separation after separation and continue to look for you who can never appear again with a smile. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Realization in the Rain"

39. I know that beautiful things will never stay for anyone, so I hang my love and sadness on the wall for exhibition and sale—— "Art Exhibition" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

40. She once made a very gentle promise to me, and the mountain moon once illuminated her young and bright face in the forest. It was exchanged for a fragrant moment. All my sorrow and loneliness today, in the crowd of Changge pain, does she know that I am still the one without regrets - the person without regrets - Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Youth without Resentment"

41. If I really loved you, I would never forget it. Of course, I still have to walk on quietly and say that the weather is so nice and the wind is gentle. I can smile tiredly in the setting sun and say that life is so ordinary. What twists and turns and sorrows, but if I really loved you, I will never forget that it was at this crossroads that I waved my hands to separate you when I was young - "Crossroads" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

　42. Now What we can do is to find a quiet place, let ourselves think quietly, and understand what to do to prevent precious things and important people from being lost again. Understand what to do so that the same mistake will not happen again. occur. Learn from it, draw strength, continue to move forward firmly, find what you like, meet the person you truly love, and do the right thing. ——Xi Murong

43. All the joys and sorrows have been turned into ashes. No matter which road in the world, I can’t walk with you. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

44. It turns out that time does not really pass away. It just disappears from our eyes, but turns around and hides in our hearts, and then slowly changes our appearance. . ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong "Transparent Sorrow"

45. Plants and trees have sex even if they are sexless, and people in the world are both aware and ignorant. Dandelions bring sunshine into their gloomy hearts and add bright colors to their gray lives, but people create shackles and imprison themselves firmly in a small world. Facing the social reality full of temptations and impetuousness, if we are envious of the wealthy life of spending a lot of money, indulge in the mediocre days of doing nothing, lament the injustice of the society and the lack of talent, think of the dandelion, it will be a Tie is a good medicine for clearing away heat and reducing fire, allowing us to understand the essence of life, make our mentality calmer, and our souls become purer. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Home Under the Maple Tree"

46. Suddenly I felt that maybe life is really like this. We are all walking on the same road, walking very slowly, separated by distance. Far away, but there is an endless stream. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

47. If all the wanderings are because of me, how can I not love your weathered face? If you have tasted all the misery in the world, you have tasted it for me. No matter how hard I try not to love your haggard heart, they say you are old and hard as a rock and extremely cold, but no one knows that I am still your deepest and softest corner, tearful and untouchable. I thought I had hidden you. Well, hidden in the heart of the past that was so deep and so cold, I thought that as long as I never mentioned it and just let the days go by, you and I would finally become an ancient secret. But the sleepless nights were still too long and the premature gray hair was revealed again. My sadness, please look at me again. Look back at me in the wind and rain. Please remember this moment firmly. Just because after this moment, you and I will become strangers - "Rumors" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

48. I am a blooming summer lotus. I wish you could see me now.

The wind and frost have not yet come to corrode it, and the autumn rain has not yet fallen. The green season has gone far away from me again. I am now tall and graceful, not worried or afraid. Now, it is the most beautiful moment, but the door has been locked. Behind the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus's thoughts. You who are not destined, either come too early, or too late... - "Lian's Mind" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

49. Why does happiness always appear suddenly in a long life? Withering, the fastest passing time is the most beautiful time. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Why"

50. In this world, some roads must be faced and trudged alone. No matter how long or far the road is, no matter how dark the night is, No matter how dark it is, you have to walk alone and silently. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

51. Instead of writing a diary like a running account, I have replaced it with dense and fuzzy handwriting. There are sentences that no one knows in the dark blue and light blue tears on the pages.—— - "Maturity" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

52. Love, it turns out, has no name. What you wait for before meeting is its name. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

53. Looking back today on the road that I walked in a hurry when I was young, I should see only green and green leaves, no more sad faces. All setbacks and sorrows can make us suffer and cry when they happen. However, when we look at them from a distance, we can feel a hint of sweet sadness. The losses of that year turned out to be the gains of today. As long as we are willing to wait patiently and let time work slowly and slowly flow into a wide river, at that time, from a long distance, if we look at you and me when we were young, we will see how beautiful it is. As clear and clean as washing with water, the face is as beautiful as an angel. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Home Under the Maple Tree"

54. I will never see you again in this life, just for the sake of seeing you again. It is no longer the you in your heart that will never reappear. What reappears is just the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon. Time flies - "Elegy" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

55. Youth is like a grand and gorgeous play. We have different masks, play different roles, and interpret different experiences, but Have the same sadness. ——Xi Murong

56. If it was a mistake from the beginning, then why, it will be so wrong and beautiful. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

57. I can lock my pen, but I can’t lock love and sadness. Why does joy always fade away as soon as it appears in a long life? The most urgent ones are the most beautiful ones. Time - "Why" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

58. Not all dreams have time to come true, and not all words have time to tell you. Guilt and regret will always be deeply planted in the heart after parting. Although they It is said that everything in the world will eventually come to nothing. I didn’t mean to miss it, but I have always lived like this. I missed the flower-filled branches yesterday. I missed it again today. I still have to repeat the same parting today. I will be a stranger for the rest of my life. Gone thousands of miles away in the dusk. I bow my head deeply to you and please cherish it for me. Even though they say that everything in the world will eventually come to nothing - "Farewell" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

59. Don't break my heart, no matter how the child is doing I will forgive you for the sting. After the woman finished speaking, she discovered that her mother, who was no longer here, had also said the same words to her. The wind was blowing and the clouds were low. Who could know the distance between the mountains full of trembling trees? What kind of pain, what kind of infinite desolation and vast distance - "Mother" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

60. I believe that the essence of love is just like the simplicity and tenderness of life. I believe in all the light and shadow. Reflection and congeniality I believe that the flowers on the tree only come from a seed in the ice and snow. I believe that the three hundred poems that are repeated are just the one word that I could not say when I was young. I believe in all the arrangements of God. I also believe in it. If you are willing to trace back to that distant and humble source with me, we will finally understand each other ----- My Faith - "Youth Without Resentment" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

　61 , I suddenly found out on the way that I only had a vague face and a road of no return. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Soliloquy"

62. When the fog rises, I will be in your arms. The forest is full of moist fragrance, full of the youthful time that keeps reappearing. After the fog lifts, it is already In a lifetime of empty mountains and quiet lakes, only the back figure remains unmistakable among thousands of people - "When the Fog Rises" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

63. When you are young, if If you fall in love with someone, please treat him gently. No matter how long you have been in love, if you can always treat each other tenderly, then all the moments will be flawless and beautiful. If you have to separate, say goodbye properly and be grateful in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that when you look back, youth without resentment will be extremely regretful.

——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

64. Please cherish me even though they say that everything in the world will eventually come to nothing —— Xi Murong's "Farewell"

65. The stream is rushing I want to flow to the ocean, but I long to return to the land. I waved goodbye so easily in front of the fence of green trees and white flowers. But after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night and turn into the fragrance of the garden when the breeze blows--- ---- Qili Xiang - "Qili Xiang" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

66. Youth is a book that is too hasty. We read it again and again with tears in our eyes. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong "On the Dark River"

67. When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please, please treat him gently. No matter how long or short the time you love each other is, if you can always treat each other tenderly, then all the moments will be a kind of flawless beauty. If you have to separate, say goodbye properly and be grateful in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that when you look back suddenly, youth without resentment will have no regrets, just like the silent full moon on the hill. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong "Youth without Resentment"

68. I like to look back because I don't like to forget. I always believe that in the world, some people, some things, and some moments seem to have a specific arrangement. They may not feel it at the time, but in retrospect, they all have a profound meaning. I have had so many beautiful moments that I really can’t bear to forget. ——Xi Murong's "Transparent Sorrow"

69. It is the worries that make people lose weight day by day. It is the inexplicable sadness before lifting the chopsticks. It is a feast that never ends in the memory. Even if you can't drink, you have to fight. But the drunkenness------The Feast of Love--"Youth Without Resentment" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

70. You paint sadness in the corners of your eyes, I wipe wandering on my forehead, and you fill it with longing. With a few strands of white hair, I let the years carve my haggard hands, and then we passed each other on the street corner and indifferently no longer knew each other - Xi Murong's "Encounter"

71. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful For this moment, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us have a mortal relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree and grew it on the roadside that you must pass. It bloomed carefully in the sun and was filled with flowers. They were all mine. The hope of the past life. When you come closer, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you finally pass by indifferently, the friends who have fallen on the ground behind you are not petals, but my withered heart—— --A flowering tree -- "Qili Xiang" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

72. I thought that I had hidden you, so deep, so cold, in the bottom of my heart. I thought that as long as you never mentioned it and just let the days pass by, you would finally, finally become an ancient secret. However, the sleepless night was still too long, and the premature gray hair revealed my sadness. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

73. When I guessed the answer to the riddle, I realized that everything had passed and the years had already changed the riddle. ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Puzzle"

74. Standing on the suspension bridge between the canyons, standing in the light of the full moon, we call you to come and see the moonlight hanging high in the sky. But you smiled and refused. Leaning on the other end of the suspension bridge, in the darkness of the mountain wall, you said: "I can just watch you from here, because you contain the moonlight." ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "Transparent Sorrow"

75. When you grow up, you will know that at the moment you look back, youth without resentment will have no regrets, just like the quiet full moon on the hill.

——Xi Murong "Youth Without Resentment"

76. If you can forget, then I should be able to forget it too —— Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong "Four Seasons"

77. If love can explain ?Oaths can be modified? If?you and I meet?can be rearranged? Then life will be easier? What if one day?I can finally forget you? However??This is not a story that is just legendary? Nor will it be performed tomorrow? Drama? I can't find the original manuscript? Then? I will erase you with one stroke - "Mistake" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

78. I am just an actor, shedding my own tears in other people's stories. . ——Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong's "The Actor"

79. All the endings have been written, all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was, in that ancient world that will never come back. No matter how I pursue the young you in the summer, you are just passing by like a cloud shadow, and your smiling face is very light and pale, gradually disappearing in the mist after sunset, and then open the yellowed title page. Destiny has bound it extremely I read it again and again with tears in my eyes, but I have to admit that youth is a book that is too hasty - "Youth is a book that is too hasty" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong

80. Why should I still read it? I love you. The sea has come up, overflowed the beach of my life, and then receded so quickly. It rolled my youth away. It rolled my youth away. It sprinkled the stars all over the sky. The trees are still the same. My feet are no longer the water and wind of yesterday. The clear clouds and wild lilies are scattered on the mountain tops at dusk. Who turns into a laurel tree under the moonlight and can escape the longing of the night -----The wish of the laurel tree - "Qili Xiang: A Thousand Years of Wishes" by Taiwanese essayist Xi Murong;< /p>