Poem:Fong Man Shan Song:Jay Chou Edit:Chung Hing Man

The sparrows outside the window talk too much on the pole

You said this line has the feeling of summer

The pencil in my hand goes back and forth on the paper

I'll use a few lines to describe who you are

The flavor of the swordfish, the cat and you would like to know

The fragrance of our first love is thus retrieved by us

The warm sunshine, like freshly picked strawberries.

The warmth of the sun is like freshly picked strawberries

You said you couldn't bear to eat this feeling

It rained all night long, and my love overflowed like the rain

The fallen leaves in the yard are as thick as my thoughts

A few words of right and wrong couldn't cool my passion

You're on every page of my poems. On every page of my poem

It rains all night long, and my love overflows like rain

Butterflies on the window sill are like beautiful chapters in the poem

I go on to write, and I put my love for you at the end of my poem

You're the only thing I want to know

The ears of the rice plant are so full, it makes the season blissful

And your cheeks are like the ripe tomato in the field

You suddenly said to me that the name "Seven Miles" is very beautiful

At this moment, I just want to kiss your stubborn mouth

Taiwan's famous poetess

Murong Xi was born on October 15, 1943, in the suburb of Chongqing, Sichuan, China, in the city of Jingangpo,

her ancestral home is the Mingan Banner of the Chahar League of Inner Mongolia, and she moved to Hong Kong in 1949, and then to Taiwan in 1954, and then to China in 1948, and then to Taiwan in 1948, and then to Hong Kong in 1948, and then to Taiwan in 1948, and then to Taiwan in 1954, and then to Taiwan in 1948, and then to Taiwan in 1948, and so on. In 1954, she moved to Taiwan, where in July 1981, Taiwan's Dadi Publishing House published

Shi Murong's first collection of poems, Seven Miles of Fragrance, which was to become her breakout book.

Famous Poems

"Seven Miles of Fragrance"

Xi Murong

Streams are eager to flow to the sea

Waves are eager to return to the land

In front of the hedges of green trees and white flowers

Once it was so easy to wave goodbye

And after twenty years of vicissitudes

Our souls return night after night

The breeze is so light that the breeze is so strong that the wind is so strong that the wind is so strong.

When the breeze blows

It turns into the fragrance of the garden