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If people can really be reincarnated
If there is reincarnation in the world,
Then my love
What were we in our previous lives?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must have fallen out of your bag.
Brand new marble
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
So meet in this life
I always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
Personally, I think poetry should have hazy beauty. Therefore, I have always liked Xi Jierong's works, which are very skillful and touching between reality and illusion. He is the kind of person who is touched inadvertently.