1. excerpt: that day was also the first time I saw the lotus pond in the botanical garden, standing next to the graceful lotus leaves in the pond. There is a vague and familiar smell in the air. Memories of my childhood visit to Xuanwu Lake with my father resurfaced, and the sunshine instantly became soft. I seem to have entered a different world, time is stagnant, and my heart is full of a trance-like homesickness. Appreciation: Every writer has something he likes, and Xi Murong has a special liking for lotus. She paints and writes lotus flowers. However, she usually doesn't praise Lotus alone. She always associates the lotus with others or brings it out with something. In literary criticism, there is a saying that "writing is like a person", with special emphasis on the relationship between the writer's living environment and the style of his works. To explore the relationship between this phenomenon and Xi Murong, we can find the answer from Xi Murong's living environment and growing process.

2. Excerpt: I go to see it every morning, watching its color change from a layer of deep purple to water red, soft powder to gray, and watching its petals from tight bud to blooming to dying, as if watching a life from a teenager to the end day by day. Appreciation: She not only writes about scenery objectively and meticulously, but also writes about feelings subjectively, so that the whole work presents a feeling of blending scenes and things with me.

3. Excerpt: Xuanwu Lake at dusk, sitting between his father's legs, his father paddling with his hands, the boat set out from Liu Yin and quietly flowed on the lotus leaf-covered lake. Twilight makes everything fuzzy and quiet. Holding a full lotus in a small hand, in a small mind, happiness on earth is as full as lotus and as fragrant as lotus seed. The earliest lotus in my memory should be the one my father gave me when I was five years old and took me boating in Xuanwu Lake. My father's arms are so safe and warm. Being able to monopolize my father's arms gives me an uneasy surprise and pride. With memories, the lake is hazy. Appreciation: Xi Murong once mentioned in the preface of Traces of Growth:' I am a person who likes to look back'. This also confirms that her works are full of memories from time to time except the example of Lotus Pond mentioned above. When I was a child, my father took her to Xuanwu Lake to see lotus flowers, which was often written in articles. It is the same thing to use different brushwork to cut into the time before and after, but it is not easy to get bored because of the different angles of writing methods. A grayish purple twilight.

4. Excerpt: Begonia belongs to my mother when I was a child. ..... and never had such a cruel war, never had so many years of displacement, never had a nation endured so much suffering, so none of the girls of that generation could realize their dreams. ..... I want to buy not only the potted flower, but also its beautiful scenery, its ancient and fragrant old country, and I finally understand my mother's heart. All the memories will appear in front of my eyes with its fragrance. I think I may not love flowers, but all the lost time. Behind every flower, there are my cherished memories. Appreciation: Xi Murong's love for flowers has obviously become a distinctive feature in her works. For her, flowers are the most important bag in her memory, and there is a feeling of reluctance behind every flower. And flowers also represent things that moved Xi Murong, or people that he deeply remembered. Such works are easy to attract readers' attention and are naturally popular.