#文化大拜年 #
The humor is not broken, and this goes as it pleases.
The evening wind blows the boat, and the flower road enters the creek mouth.
At night, turn to the west, and look at the south across the mountain.
The pond smoke melted and dissolved, and Lin Yue was low and backward.
Be alive and diffuse, and may it be a pole holder.
Today, the tenth day of the Chinese New Year, this is a spring afternoon with big flowers and big sunshine, enjoy the famous poem "Spring Pan Ruoye Creek", it can be said that just one glance, I fell in love with it.
Reading it eloquently, every beautiful sentence in the poem is like putting me in a beautiful landscape painting by the famous He Haixia, and the pen edge walks freely on the rice paper, which is suitable for thickness and lightness.
Clear stream water, with the mountains graceful. Scorching peach blossoms, dancing in the spring. Bright moon, because of the brilliance of life. In the music of spring, the wind is so gentle, the water is so clear, the flowers are so bright, and the moon is so bright.
I would rather return to Nanshan. I prefer grass to be green. I'd rather have a miniature of Maoting. I'd rather relax in the evening window. I'd rather be alone. I would rather ripple, it seems so uncontrollable, and it is so beautiful and speechless.
Zhu Guangqian, a famous aesthetician, said: "Words must be poetry when they reach the highest realm." In the green mountains and green waters, Li Yu's "a pot of wine, a rod, there are several people in the world", as if it also fluttered in his ears.
The poetry of one person, the poetry of life. Range Rover, smelling incense, seeking fun, Lin Quan is high, walking, walking, because of the vividness of paintbrushes and poetry brushes, the flowers bloom.
The spring breeze gracefully turns the pen and ink fun, the poetry and painting vivid landscape and water, supporting a long penny, and tracing to the greener grass.
