After a lot of time, all the world, what else is the most heartwarming? What else is the most precious thing in the world?
I think there is no more than the word peace. Peace is the best blessing and the greatest wish of people. Once young, chasing dreams and fame, tossing and turning in the streamers of light, deeply understand that peace is good.
The road to the east of the old garden is long, and the sleeves of the dragon bell do not dry up.
Immediately meet without paper and pencil, and report peace with the word of the king.
- Tang Cen Shan, "Every Time into Beijing Envoy"
Looking east in the direction of my hometown, I only see that the road is long, where can I see it? The tears couldn't stop, and they covered the sleeves. When I meet you on the horse, there is no paper and pencil, I only hope that you can convey to your relatives in your hometown that I am all right. No matter how he lived in another country, every wanderer always reported good news and did not report worry, and refused to let his relatives worry.
Greeting peace is also a kind of etiquette among people, and it is even more caring.
Xiekong Elder Lotus Hand, once taught by the Buddhist book himself.
No one in the Snow Ridge asked again, whether the ten years of Summer Lala were safe or not.
- Don Bao Rong, "Zen Master Huai HuiMing"
The poet remembers Zen master Huiming, who personally taught him the Dharma and instructed him. Now that he is gone, on the snow-capped mountains, no one has ever asked me, ten years of cold and summer, but the days are still safe and smooth, right? At the thought of this, the poet could not help but feel even more sad. True friends may not say nice things, but they will always care about whether you are doing well or not.
In times of war, peace is particularly important, and only by knowing that each other is safe can the hanging heart let go.
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring grass and trees.
When I feel the flowers splash tears, I hate the birds and be frightened.
The flames lasted for three months, and the family letter arrived at ten thousand gold.
The white head scratches are shorter and more overwhelming.
- Tang DuFu, "Spring Hope"
The country is broken, but the mountains and rivers are still there, and in the spring of Chang'an City, the grass and trees are still luxuriant. When it is sentimental, it seems that the flowers also shed tears together, and when they leave, the birdsong is frightening, which adds to the sorrow. The war has been raging for a long time, and a family letter is more valuable than gold. Because of the worry, I kept scratching my head, and the sparse white hair on my head became shorter and shorter, and I couldn't even get on it. Scattered with relatives, and when the war was raging, the news was not reached, and it was naturally very worried.
Wanderers who are out of the house, even if they can't go back, always worry about writing a letter and reporting peace.
The Yangtze River reflects the green mountains in the distance, and it is difficult to look back.
Flat boats come and go to the shore of the crab leaf, and the smoke lock cloud forest is late.
The hedge is frosted and dark, and the sac bottom of the frog is mourned day by day.
Broken emotions in the evening anvil, broken intestinal eaves Ma Yun, shocking dreams of Xiao Zhong Han.
It is difficult to return, and the two words of repair are returned to report peace.
——Yuan Gu Derun, "Drunken High Song with Stall Breaking Xi Chun Lai · Travel"
During the journey, I saw the Yangtze River covered with green mountains, and I looked endlessly. Boats travel to and from the reed bank, smoke blankets the woods, and it is getting late again. The chrysanthemums on the fence were even dimmer after frost, and I didn't have much in my pocket. The sound of clothes pounding in the twilight makes people feel nostalgic, the iron horse under the eaves clangs, and the early morning bell disturbs the dream even more. If you can't go home, write a letter to your relatives and let them rest assured.
The saddest thing is that I want to send peace, but I can't send it. The thoughts in my heart are too thick to melt away, and the hardships of a foreign land are even more difficult to endure.
The guest house can be difficult to say and do, and the old garden has no place to send peace.
Dream back to the lonely house lights silent, chanting to five more wind and rain cold.
The mountains and rivers of the southern country are frequently dreamed of, and the Central Plains rongma is alone.
Once Tian Wen went to the luxury, what did Chang Hao return?
- Yuan Wang Mian "Feeling Nostalgia"
The journey was difficult, and there were no letters of peace sent to his family. When you go out, there are always many inconveniences. The lights of the orphanage were extinguished, the traveler woke up from his dream, unable to sleep, and the window was cold and windy, chanting alone, feeling even more sad. The scenery of the southern country often dreams, fighting in the Central Plains, leaning on the railing alone. Tian Wen is gone, the arrogance is no longer there, and like him, even if I have the opportunity to make a name for myself again, I don't have the excitement of the time. Far away from the homeland, the dream has not come true, only the wind and rain sigh.
Whether people are traveling or guarding their hometown, peace is more important than anything else.
In the spring, the rain and snow are endless, and the rain is still cloudy and not sunny.
The wind is uncertain, and the half-wheel obliquely illuminates the moon.
A hundred years of hard work in farming and mulberry industry, five places away from father and son love.
But peace has been blessed, and the lone lamp has been burned three times.
--Song Luyou, "Village Night"
Entering the spring, it was rain and snow, and finally, the rain stopped, but the weather was still dark and did not clear. The cold wind whistled, and the half-moon shone with a faint light. It is very hard to cultivate land for farming, and what is even more unbearable is the separation of relatives. If you say wish, only wish for peace, it is a blessing in life, under the lonely lights, it is a lonely person, and I don't feel that three more have passed!
No matter how time flies, no matter the bumpy road, people who are wandering outside have long learned to be strong, but there is always a softest place in their hearts.
Huaitian is continuous, dotted with southern clouds and autumn geese.
White dew dipped in clothes, the beginning is the silver screen dream.
Don't leave your arms, and disappear the old sideburns in the mirror.
Small print is incompetent, annoyed to send a paper book of peace.
——Song Wu Zeli, "Minus Magnolia Flowers, Huaitian Continuously"
It was autumn, and the sky in Huaidi was dotted with clouds and flocks of geese, all of which seemed to be flying south. At night, the white dew wet the clothes, and the silver screen could no longer sleep. Sadly parted, the face in the mirror became more and more haggard. How can you give up? I would like to send only a letter of peace. Let each other be safe.
The person who receives the letter is relieved, but he is deeper in thought.
The peace letter came just half a piece of paper, a few pairs of Mandarin duck characters.
Flowers bloom and look far away, jade reduces injuries in spring, and Dongfeng Caotang flies swallows.
--Yuan Zhang Kejiu, "Qingjiang Introduction"
The letter of peace was written on half a piece of paper, and it was full of Mandarin duck characters. The flowers have bloomed, and I can't help but look into the distance, because of the emaciated spring, the east wind blows warmly, a pair of swallows fly in front of the grass hall, the person in my heart, in that distant place, when is the return date?
Sometimes, a simple greeting is worth a thousand words, enough to warm a lonely heart.
The old dragon group is newly revered, and it is frequently sipped to the middle of the cold.
The skinny bones are painful and sour, and the child's letter asks for peace.
--Song Yang Wanli, "Wuling Chun Chun"
The tea leaves of the old years, the more recently drunk, the more you drink, the more you feel cold. The poet's body was as thin as wood, painful and sour, and uncomfortable. At this time, he received a letter from his son, in which he greeted peace. Suddenly, the poet felt that his illness had also been alleviated a lot.
When writing a letter, I often think of the attitude of the person receiving the letter and can't help but sigh.
Several degrees of inscription bookkeepers have not returned, return to the Hongjie Festival to the township pass.
Remotely knowing a piece of peace, the mother's lamp in front of the cabinet tears.
——Song Lin Xiyi, "After Sending Books"
The poet sent letters home several times, but he could not go back, and the geese returned, which touched people's feelings even more. The poet thought of the letter he had written, although it was a thin piece of paper with words of peace, but the mother regarded it as a treasure, and silently wept while reading it in front of the lamp. Thinking of this, the poet is also sad.
How many partings there are in life, but we will always meet again and reunite.
The letter was dismantled and read, and the book was added to report peace.
Fengxi fisherman career is fixed, bright moon breeze a fishing rod.
--Tang Lü Congqing, "Sending Brother"
The poet wrote the family letter, opened it again, and hurriedly added the word of peace to the back. He didn't want his brother to worry about himself, and said, when you and I return to your hometown, let's be a dashing fisherman, fishing in the bright moon breeze, gossiping at the same time, how happy.
Peace is the greatest wish of people.
Return this evening and wander in the clouds, and share a pot of peace wine.
The catastrophe will surely escape, and the old sorrows will seem to be nothing.
--Song Chenhu," "Sentences"
Finally back, the year is almost over, so let's have a pot of bar together, there is peace and hope in this wine. No matter how great the difficulties, they must pass, and as long as they do not take their sorrows to heart, there is nothing.
People who run for life and fight for their dreams, don't say that you have nothing, when you have peace, you are already lucky. All thoughts, all blessings, will eventually turn into two words, peace. May you and I in the new year, all can be safe and secure, no disasters and no difficulties, facing the sunshine, and without fear of wind and rain, to the next stop of the journey.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.