Guo Feng
There is always a poem
It is used to feel life
2021.12.14
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Poetry appreciation
"Endless Life"
Author: Guo Feng
The vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, the vast world, the rolling red dust, thousands of histories
Front wheel. A millennium dream.
The sun and moon turned, and the sound was endless, and the wind and rain went straight to the depth of the sea. Taoist
Vientiane, changing day and night, the name of merit is like a floating cloud, indifferently gone. Splash Amoy
As a hero, the tears were wet. Throughout the ages, there have been many heroes
Less. Jiangshan Sheji, the people are happy and healthy, and happiness is a prosperous world.
Thinking about the ancients, how to recruit thousands of years of male souls, life has turned into cosmic dust
angstrom. In the scrolls of the sages of history, the texts are written in the teachings, and the last words are precious and precious, ming
Light up the case, slowly scrutinize. The old order was heard by several people, Xi Zhouyi, and gossip was far away
deep. The river is out of the map, Luo is out of the book, making this poem, is it a fairy or a man, the Tao
Virtue has been passed down through thousands of histories. The immortals go, but the text exists. Poetry books influence the world.
Turning the annals of history, Han Qingyi, heroes are like stars. The night is high,
The stars are bright, but the words are silenced. I didn't dare to invite a bottle of wine to the stars, and my heart sank
sink. The history of the heroes of that year is searched. Shi Ruyan, ink roll soul, sound and change
Memories should be unbroken. Can You Ping talk about the past years, snow cooking tea, tasting.
The ancients entered the palace gate a few times, the Forbidden City, the Ten Thousand Que Deep, how many stories
Smoke clouds, the world can not hear. At that time, father and son were the world, leading the wen and martial arts, and xing
the common people. Now the palace gate is open, and those who come in and out, and those who come and go, are the tourists. Carved beam painting building,
The monarchy is not alive. Only to see the ancient wood mixed with the sky, the branches and leaves are luxuriant
Lin, the sound of nature. Dan Majesty Jade Bridge, leaving traces of wind and rain. The Golden Ruan Treasure Hall
The daylight is old and dark, the momentum is broad, and the forest is gloomy. In that year, a monarch in the temple,
A son of heaven and a courtier. The Heavenly Son Dragon Smoke went away, and the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu abandoned the red dust.
Thousands of mountains, if the dragon wanders the gods. Majestic peaks, competing for skyscrapers
post. A thousand mountains and beautiful days into the picture screen, cedar for clothes, clouds for skirts. Mountains
The flying waterfall is majestic, outside the clouds of the Nine Nights, and the immortal kettle is stored. Millennium snow, waterfalls
Run. Hao Cun went straight down, the heavens and the earth streamed, and the dragon groaned.
Looking at the sea, the Dragon King laughed, and the sea was boundless. Giant Wave Stringless Wanguqin,
Singing and dancing, the waves split the shore with a thousand bows, the heavens and the earth are separated, and the mountains and seas are picturesque
Figure, drunken ancients, lost in this dynasty.
The wind is spring willow. Tian He Ceres. Food is the sky, the people are cloudy and the moon,
Respects. Industrious people. Face loess, back to the clouds. Thoughts into the new village,
Revitalize today.
Maybe at some point later
Memories of the past will suddenly come to mind
Presumably then
I will definitely take a pen and record it immediately
Editor: Kong Xiaoyan
Review: Yang Xiangxiong
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