For the first time, I read the sorrow from the words so beautiful.
Today I read Yan Shu's "Zhuanxi Sha: A New Song and a Cup of Wine".
I have memorized this poem before, but I just memorized it, but I didn't delve into the deep meaning of it.
Today, I listened to the teacher talk about it on the Internet, and I realized that there are so many kinds of sorrows, and I am so beautiful, and I am so shallow.
A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old, and when did the sun set.
Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.
Sadness and accessibility are intertwined, and the infinite cycle of beauty disappearing and beauty reappearing.
In just a few sentences, a kind of sorrow is quietly expressed, and the philosophy of life is revealed. #好诗荐赏#
