It is indeed worthy of the name to say that it is a nutritional product. In the Book of Songs, picking the EU, I smell the fragrance of Pu Xiang, which permeates the fields. Wandering in the "Yuefu", I saw the smoke of war and the people who lamented everywhere; Wandering in Tang poetry, you can go boating with Li Taibai in all corners of the country; Pacing in Song Ci can accompany Su Dongpo around the world; You Yuan Zaju can plead for Dou E together; In the novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, we can admire Zhu Gekongming's bravery in fighting the south and the north. Wandering in modern literature, it seems to hear Lu Xun's cry of "look on coldly and be willing to be a willing ox"
Light candles and recite poems. I saw a madman drawing his sword and singing loudly, thinking of Chang 'an, but refusing to bow his head and raise his eyebrows. Therefore, he can only send his sadness to the bright moon and entrust his feelings to the mountains and rivers. Thus, he had the eternal melancholy of "raising a glass to relieve his worries, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword."
Bitter rain words. I seem to see Su Dongpo, a wanderer, with a tired face. After several storms, he recalled the romantic figures who had experienced many vicissitudes in Dajiangdong, lamented that the years were traceless, and his life was full of joys and sorrows, indulging in the beautiful sentence "I wish others a long time, thousands of miles away".
Enjoy music under the moon. I heard the cry of a lovely woman in prison clothes: "If gobbledygook thinks I have been wronged, please give me one in the snow and let my blood dissolve in your snow, because I don't want to leave any point of my life in this dirty world."
Appreciation of famous works. What I remember is the wisdom of Zhuge Liang in the romance of the Three Kingdoms, the lofty sentiments of the water margin, the ingenuity of the journey to the West in seventy-two, and the gripping sadness and lingering in a dream of red mansions.
As for modern times, Lu Xun and others are even more "forgetting oneself outside and keeping oneself inside". As the backbone of China, they have always been remembered by people.
The love of books fascinates me. Even if I close my eyes, I can feel that the poet is asking about the vast universe, condensing the vicissitudes of history with a simple pen and describing a trivial life. Life is small, but they have created shocking masterpieces with this small existence.
Speaking of poets, I naturally think of Du Fu. He had a rough life, but his heart was tied to the Tang Dynasty. As the saying goes, "People who live in temples care about you, and those who live in rivers and lakes care about your husband." His broad mind of patriotism and love for the people can be higher than time and space, so he left the famous three officials and three parting.
Thinking of the country, how can we forget the poet who expressed love and hate, life and death, war and peace to the fullest? He used to wear a yellow robe, but later he became a vassal. He looked at the water and sang all over the spring flowers and the autumn moon, but in the end he could only wear prison clothes and listen to the south wind blowing. There is also a female poet, even a thousand-ton cargo ship can't carry her "one kind of acacia, two leisure worries" reading their books, which seems to have exhausted the vicissitudes of thousands of years of history. So what about the future? What about the future history? Every time I think about this, there is an inexplicable tide surging in my heart, which seems to tell me that the predecessors' secretaries carry the past history, and the future glory depends on you. Numerous ancient books are the premise for you to create a better future.