Brilliant Chinese studies, brilliant mountains and rivers. Taibai poetry, rubbings, biography, Sima Shi, Xue, You Juntie, Jia, Ru Fu, Qu Sao, all from ancient to modern; Haitian, Chicheng Gorge, Emei Snow, Wuxia Cloud, Dongting Moon, Li Pengyan, Xiaoxiangyu, Yangzitao and Lushan Waterfall are all wonders of the universe. Willow smoke in pengze county, peach blossoms in Wuling Creek. On the plains of the wilderness, the knight's horseshoe is as light as an arrow; The oblique wind and drizzle make the shepherd boy's back as steady as a boat. Eight hundred miles of Dongting, two poems and one article, but Yueyang is magnificent; Three thousand Li red cliff, quatrains and double fu, enjoy the yellow crane romantic. The surging river washes the character of future generations; The vast wind blew away the dust atmosphere of the earth.
Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god. Han Huoguang said "unlearned and unlearned", and Song Taizong said "open book is beneficial". Watch birds fly in the clear sky, watch fish jump in the running water, enjoy reading the Eight Chapters of Yongzhou and know the mysterious universe; Smell cranes in frosty days, listen to roosters on snowy nights, and enjoy the "Four Dreams of Linchuan" in leisure time, which is refreshing. Looking at The West Chamber, I know that Zhang is afraid of helping Sage; Read the Red Chamber and watch Baochai flirt with the Grand View Garden. Jin, Romance of the Three Kingdoms makes me heroic; As a subset of classics and history, Sikuquanshu was romanticized by him. Fireflies glow with bamboo elements, and moths fly away. My mind is full of classic gods, and my stomach is full of poems and books.
China scholar, culture also. The lower class regards it as useless for food, clothing, housing and transportation, while the upper class knows that it helps scholars, agriculture, industry and commerce. Half of the Analects of Confucius ruled the world, and a roll of grandchildren topped the Central Plains. Yuan Henry Zhen, heaven and earth into a machine; Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, sages and sages have established the rule through the ages. People bathe in orchid soup and never forget the Dragon Boat Festival. When guests pour chrysanthemum wine, they often think of Chongyang. As a pioneer, Chen Lin can be regarded as a master of Bian Que; Du Fu's poems are not necessary to eliminate malaria ghosts. "Lingshu" and "Su Wen" are proud of their surroundings; "Typhoid fever" and "Materia Medica" spread in all directions. Astronomical geography, "Shi Gan" and "water mirror" are still there; Arithmetic Agriculture, Chapter Nine and Qi Min still exist. The East China Sea West Lake, South China North China and Menglixi Mountain are particularly magnificent; Astronomical geology, human physics, writing about self-excitement.
Oh! Chinese studies suffered and culture was destroyed. Qin Shihuang burned a pit and was pregnant with the heart of ouster. Emphasize the wind of stereotyped writing and admire the literary inquisition. Today, this kind of injury is particularly deep. The singer plays a song, but I don't know the seven notes in the piano room; It is difficult for a scholar to understand Four Treasures of the Study. Self-reform and economic development; Opening to the outside world, arrogance of western learning. Under the five-star banner, the book is loud and full of western tones; Next to the sage book, the writing is magnificent, all in Latin. Kyushu is thunderous, and thousands of troops and horses are together. The fanatical hatred of foreign languages and the decline of foreign studies. Sighing that Dr. Qu drowned again, sighing that Dr. Jia fell to Changsha again. Is a man of insight, to save the day; Fearless son, help the building down. Revival of ancient Chinese, lonely boat with white snow always pregnant with willow; Advocate Chinese studies and think of Korea every time. However, western learning is fierce, and the people are in trouble. Although I want to serve the goddess Nuwa, I only fill the sky with my hands; How can it be like Zhuge Wuhou, one tree is hard to support. Sing a poem about the moon, only worrying about the moon setting; Fill the wine of praise for spring, but regret for the return of spring. The shadows of the lights fall, and the evil wind blows rainy nights; Flowers are rustling, and the soul sells the waning moon to shine on people.
Oh! The cold wind is rustling and the turbid waves are surging. Wu Mu sighed in the sky: "The sun is shining, the sun is shining!" Ji Kang wailed on the ground: "Song Guangling is absolutely wonderful today!"