April Story, warm spring

Clusters of lilac violets, also known as jacaranda. In April, the southern town is full of greenery and lilac is happening. This beam of purple, like a cluster of abrupt and natural light, was stationed in the dim sky, and it made people feel happy and restless. Spring is touching, people's hearts are not scented, under the spring color, the quaint campus, poetry is rolling.

April mornings, suitable for ancient poetry.

The morning sun, like a little lantern, is gentle, warm, fragrant. It was as if all the light had gathered in the sky, and the glittering lights were pouring into the sky. "The first day breaks the smoke, and the scattered pine and bamboo shadows" In the messy time, Lu You's heart was never messy. Maybe he was plagued by disease, he might be frustrated in the officialdom, but in the thick darkness, Lu You never succumbed to the world. Until the "first day broke the smoke" and messy, it was hope. His heart is low, and the morning is also somber, this is the morning of Lu You.

"Light rain in the morning light, the first to smell on the leaves. The fog sprinkles the ground, and the wind swirls with the clouds." Compared with the land tour, Du Fu's morning is extremely relaxed and bright. In the midst of the pen and ink swinging freely, a wet and warm spring morning jumped out of the paper. With delicate brushstrokes to describe the beauty of life, with a firm heart to face the injustice of life, whether as a poet or an official, Du Fu deserves our admiration. Reading poems in the morning, reading poems in the morning, will bring us a light and pleasant mood, this feeling is difficult to replicate. A lifetime of beauty is not as colorful as its pen.

April night, suitable for Gu Cheng.

"Silence, like an evening cloud. I don't know, don't know exactly what you need, really. The acacia trees covered the sky again. Say, there are a lot of nights anyway. 'I need you to be no longer alone'". As an extremely talented and poetic poet, Gu Cheng has many views on the world. Although the world is full of darkness, Gu Cheng still tries his best to integrate into the world. He described everything in the world in extremely meticulous words, which were innocent and lovely. Although he ended his life as an artist in the end, this does not affect our nostalgia. Gu Cheng's poems, full of innocence, are very interesting to read, and full of philosophy, which makes people seem to understand. I don't know whether it is shallow or what, after reading his poems for a long time, only a few people really understand it. As a poet of the "night", his poems are best suited to the deep and unpredictable night, and only the deep night sky can satisfy our questioning of life. The evening breeze blows on the thin pages, but my heart is not thin, the thick night is shrouded, and there is no uneasiness in the place.

I have always believed that in those beautiful words, there is the fragrance of grass and the white moonlight. In the amorous text, there is a group of bamboo-like people, writing and sprinkling ink, giving the heavens and the earth their own colors. Appreciate this color, do not have to pay for a grass and a tree, you smile, the mountains and rivers are green, this is the best return.

In fact, the rhyme of this heaven and earth is poetry. If you have a romantic heart, the wind blows the moon, it is a line; the moon is a line; the moon is a line; the cherry blossoms are first blooming, it is a line; the forest is dyed, it is also a line. As soon as I think of the beautiful verses around me, my heart is sweet. That drop of honey, falling on the heart, sticking to the fingertips, getting more and more round, and I don't want to take it off for the rest of my life. With the cloud scroll, Wangyun Shu, baiyun cang dog, there are still poetry scrolls around to accompany, listen to a piece of Zen language, understand a little philosophy, and relax in the heart.

I believe that in the wet early spring, in the wet southern towns, there will be no shortage of people who cultivate their own verses.