A thousand good poems,
Thousands of looks.
Some look at the truth in plain places,
Some take advantage of the thunder and thunderbolt to shake people's hearts,
Some must taste alone in the dead of night,
Some of them should chew together with those who know their hearts,
And there's a kind of poetry,
At the beginning,
It amazes the years.
"Gift to Wang Lun" Tang Li Bai Li Bai will want to go on a boat, and overhear the song on the shore. The peach blossom pond is thousands of feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun sent me affection.
True friends do not distinguish between age, regardless of gender, nor of rank, nor of wealth or wealth, as long as you are sincere enough.
"Eight Voices of Ganzhou Sending Samson" Su Shi There is a sentient wind, a thousand miles rolling tide, mercilessly sending the tide back. Ask Qiantang River, Xixingpu mouth, a few degrees of oblique light. Don't think about the past and the present, look down on the past. Who seems to be the old man of the eastern slope, the white head forgets the machine. Remember the west bank of the West Lake, the benefits of the Twilight Mountain, the empty green smoke. Count the poets as compatible, such as me and Junxi. About his year, the east returned to the sea road, may Xie Gong and Yazhi not contradict each other. Xizhou Road, should not look back, for me to dip clothes.
It is at low tide, the sunset is like a flame dyeing the sky an orange-red, looking back at the past, it is already a thing and a person, but the things of previous years are vividly remembered, as if the eyes are still clear river green willows.
"Village Residence" Qing Gaoding Grass warblers fly on February days, whisking willows drunk with spring smoke. Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.
In the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly, the village is full of joy, and the children who have scattered school can't wait to wander in the blue sky.
"Xi Jiang Yue Nocturnal Huangsha Road" Song Xin abandoned the disease The bright moon does not startle the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. Rice blossoms say good year, listen to the sound of frogs. Seven or eight stars out of the sky, two or three o'clock before the rainy mountain. In the old days, the Maodian Community was on the edge of the forest, and the road turned to the creek bridge.
Think about the rain to play lotus, think of the wind to help the willow, remember the Xiaoxiang rain bamboo, carry a cup of Bashan night rain, and then find an ancient rain seed from the wind chimes of rain, planted in the heart, and gradually fell asleep.
"Jiang Chengzi" Song SuShi Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate. Even if they do not know each other, they are full of dust and sideburns. At night, the ghost dream suddenly returned home, the small window, is grooming. There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short Matsuoka.
One thought and one thought is the plot, one step and one distance is missed, one night and one hope is in vain, and one smoke and one rain is ten years.
"Touching the Fish • Wild Goose Hill Words" yuan is a good question Ask the world, what is love, orthodox life and death? The sky is south and the north are double flyers, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Rejoice in fun, parting from suffering, there are even more idiot children. Junying has a word: The clouds of the thousands of miles, the twilight snow of a thousand mountains, only the shadow goes to whom? Hengfen Road, lonely drums, desolate smoke is still flat. Summoning some souls, the mountain ghosts cry out in the wind and rain. Heaven is also jealous, unbelieving, warblers swallows are yellow earth. Throughout the ages, in order to stay for the rioters, they sang and drank bitterly, and visited the Yanqiu.
What is this worldly situation? For thousands of years, people have been obsessed with each other, and even life and death have been promised.
"Out of the Plug" Wang Changling Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Guan, the Long March of Ten Thousand Miles has not been returned. But to make the Dragon City fly will be, not to teach Humadu Yin Mountain.
What is missing in this world is never heroes, only determination and courage.
"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" Tang Zhang Jiuling The sea is born with a bright moon, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complained about the night, and even thought of each other at night. Extinguish the candle and fill the light, and the cloak feel dewy. Can't afford to give away, but also sleep in the dream of a good period.
The bright moon should be beautiful, if you are there too. The best gift is still to have you by your company.