Dream back to the future
Accompanied by dusk, holding a roll of ancient books, tea is overflowing. Open the door of history, dream back to the future, gather A Jin Chaoju, hold a round of glazed moon before the Tang Dynasty, and quietly revel in this dream.
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Dream back to the early Han dynasty
Leng Yue, like frost, is sad and desolate, and Chu Ci is comparable. In the Chu account, there are tears in the stars. She was wearing a plain shirt and dancing in despair. The orchestral strings are rustling, the drums are soft and the wind is soft, the sounds of nature are like water, the swords are sharp and sharp, and the strings are sad. The wind disturbed her thoughts. I recall that there was a time when the wind was omnipotent, swords were everywhere, smoke was everywhere, and drums were everywhere. Now, I am under siege, my temples are frosted, and I can no longer see the high spirits of my early years. A generation of hegemons had no choice but to ask him, "If you pull out the mountain vigorously, you will be angry with the world. When it is unfavorable, it will not die. There is no choice but to die. What about concubine? " What can she do? Holding back tears, she only said, "I advise you to drink some wine, listen to Yu Ge, sit comfortably and listen to the military newspaper." In this life, she followed his footsteps in troubled times for too long, looking forward to an ordinary meeting in the next life and holding hands again. She drew her sword in despair, dripping with blood, and a drop of scarlet tears dyed red the hunting flag, the ferocious sky and the swaying half the sky.
Dream back to the early Han Dynasty, indulge in Kyrgyzstan's "How can I have a concubine?"
Dream three
Castle peak is silent, recalling the stormy waves of Chibi in those days; Running water is longer than the east, reciting the heart of the two dynasties to help the old minister. He stood on the shore of the times, looking at rocks and snow. He is not a soldier, but he is worth thousands of troops. Grass boat borrows arrows, red cliff bathes in fire, and he advances and retreats freely in the sword shadow; Qin Se talked with Wu Juge, who saved the day in a precarious situation. Take advantage of the east wind, sing an empty plan, break the array map, feather fan black silk scarf, laugh at the wolf fireworks. Boiling wine is a hero, competing for the Central Plains and winning the Three Kingdoms. He played the game of life.
Dreaming of going back to the Three Kingdoms, I was intoxicated by Zhu Gekongming's profound wisdom of "loyalty and loyalty fill the bone marrow, and laughing and laughing at the time of life and death".
Dream back to the great song dynasty
Here he comes, out of the capital of song dynasty, across the Huaihe River and into Hubei, looking miserable and tired. The waning moon can't help but fall and the west wind blows. Who knows your loneliness? But it was this cold sandbar that made him naive for half his life and finally saw through the glitz of the world. The surging river washed away the ink stains spilled on him by five cases, and calmed his inner pain with a bright moon. He rowed on the grass, and "the great river east went to the waves to wash away", recalling the eternal romance and lamenting that life is like a dream. Ochre red cliff, the sword refers to the sky, but it can't compare with his boldness of vision. He invited the moon, "May people live a long life and make a beautiful moon for thousands of miles." He asked when there will be a bright moon tonight, and when life will be rain or shine. The bright and beautiful moon and moonlight are like practice, but they are not as heroic as his toast. He gave up fame and fortune, let the scenery go, had a full moon, two drops of hate for Yang Huayu, three strokes of makeup, so lofty and graceful, and started a magnificent dialogue with distant time and space.
Dream back to the Great Song Dynasty, intoxicated with Dongpo "Rod, stick, grass and awn are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" In grandeur and heroism.
Dreaming of the future, I am deeply intoxicated in this fantastic journey. Who is holding a red flag? "Do you know? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin! " ? Who is "drinking poison to quench thirst", and sorrow is swallowed up by the iron horse? Who commands soldiers on the battlefield? "Looking north at the Central Plains like a mountain?" ? Who is lucky for the breeze, look at the cloud curtain high "sad wind and rain, half hinder." Why do you have to fight to the death and gossip? " .。 . . . . . Everything comes to me like tears.
I smiled and held a cup of tea, accompanied by dusk quietly intoxicated in this big dream.
I was drunk that night.
At this moment, the world was silent.
At the moment, the earth is dark and cold.
Suddenly looked up, the distant ethereal was coated with a layer of silver halo, which made people wonder.
What a bright moonlight! The flowing jade poured on the ground, splashed on the shoulder of the mother beside her, and slowly flowed into the dry heart.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars.
Looking up, there is a golden moon hanging in the vast night sky, quietly embedded there, like a restless heart, trembling slightly.
In this silent night, I have a lot of thoughts, but I can't stop cutting, my reason is still chaotic, and the moon is smiling alone. It infected me and assimilated me. Close your eyes slightly, only feel that your body rises with your soul ... For a while, your soul is lifted away from your body, immersed in the mythical sacred moon pool, gently washed, and gently carried back, without saying a word for a long time. Drunk, really drunk, Na Yue, the night sky.
I opened my eyes and looked at the bright moon around me. There is a little red light in the confused starry sky, and I seem to be smiling shyly. My heart was filled with passion and deep feelings. I couldn't help reciting the grandiloquence of "the stars are leaning down from the clearing and the moon is running from the river", but when I read it out loud, it became "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away!"
Mother's eyes seem to be closed or not, as if listening to a melodious serenade. Maybe she is intoxicated in this beautiful moonlight!
Tianya * * * at this time
I think at this moment, there must be countless lovers feeling the infinite charm of this night rhyme with us. "Moon, now at sea, Tianya * * * at this time!" I don't know who is involuntarily drunk.
In this illusory world, it is silent, but it is no longer lonely and cold. I feel like I'm in a green ocean. Yingying is singing softly and flying rabbits are dancing. The moon quietly pulled up the cloud curtain and hid in the clear and ethereal stream near the forest. I looked at all the people quietly, and the kindness in my eyes was self-evident.
At this time, my whole body is full of strength, glowing with the flame of youth. Intended to "look northwest and shoot Sirius!"
Looking back at the bright moon, it is still white and flawless, shining in the crowd. The world once again fell into deep silence. Because people are drunk and things are drunk.
Indulge in spring
Colorful fireworks and crisp firecrackers indicate the arrival of another spring.
The snow in early spring aroused cheerful laughter, red lanterns reflected a little warmth, and the air was filled with warm and warm breath. The sumptuous dining table is full of deep expectations and blessings.
After eating the New Year's Eve dinner early, my brother and I came to the back garden, each with a shovel in his hand, ready to plant our hope for a year in the garden. We quickly turned the soil in the back garden over a small corner area, and then we began to plant new grass seedlings like gardeners. At first, because of my incorrect planting method, I was always inferior to my brother. Every new grass seedling planted by my brother was neatly arranged, but my grass seedlings were always uneven. So I asked my brother for advice, and my brother told me some methods. I tried it according to the method he taught me, and it succeeded. Looking at the grass seedlings planted by our own hands, there are happy ripples in our hearts.
As soon as New Year's Eve is over, spring comes quietly.
On the first day of the first month of the first month, I opened the curtains early in the morning, and the warm golden sunshine shone in every corner of the room at once. I seem to feel the spring breeze and see the geese flying south and the chattering magpies. Oh, how beautiful spring is!
"Tian Jie is small and moist as crisp, and the grass is near and not far. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. " I can't help but read aloud Han Yu's song "Zhang Eighteen Members of the Water Donation Department in Early Spring", which depicts the scene of early spring, right? I am simply intoxicated, I am intoxicated in the spring of sowing hope.
Not only grass is planted in spring, but also my dream; Spring is not only the growth of saplings, but also my understanding of life.
A year's plan lies in spring, in which I sow hope, in the new year I will work hard, and in autumn I will certainly reap the fruits of success!
Immerse yourself in the embrace of nature
Melodious flute is intoxicating; The passion of football is intoxicating; The gentle dance is intoxicating? But in my eyes and heart, nothing fascinates me more than the grass and trees in nature.
The happiest thing is to visit my grandparents in my hometown during the holiday and feel the beauty of nature.
Early in the morning, when the doors and windows were opened, a fresh air came to my face. This fragrance, mixed with the smell of earth and flowers, made me lose myself and made every cell of my body full of vitality. Enough to make me forget myself, just to find and pursue the true meaning of nature.
Walking on the country road, the rich earthy smell and fragrant flowers in my hometown are slowly brewing in nature, as if to make a cup of mellow wine, so that I can drink it all at once. On the earth, endless green meets the sky, or light yellow or light green grass tips gently pick up the crystal morning dew, which is crystal clear in the sun and flashes like a gem.
Distant mountains are shrouded in a hazy mist, just like nature puts a tulle coat on them and slowly floats into the air. I was intoxicated by the thin morning mist.
The sun rises and the fog disappears. A clear and bright stream loomed in the Woods. I found the sound of water and came to the stream. The naughty stream beat the gravel in the water rhythmically and made a "ding-dong-dong" sound. Birds are also very active, jumping among mottled trees and singing happily from time to time. This is the music of nature, a harmonious and natural movement.
I walked along the stream to the top of the mountain, and a green pond flashed before my eyes. This is the source of the stream. Several dark tadpoles shook their little tails excitedly under the guidance of mother frog. At this moment, I also want to be a tadpole, playing in the water to my heart's content, or a bird, singing in the branches to my heart's content.
Nature is generous and kind. It gives us everything. We nestled in the embrace of nature and reveled in this beautiful scenery.
Love in the foggy city of Jiangnan
I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, and my skirt was wet with dew with jasmine fragrance. I think of the deep alleys, ancient walls, flowing water, wooden bridges, jasmine and rain here. I was intoxicated by this splash-ink landscape painting. -inscription
Shen Gu Xiang cavity
Fingertips touch the snow-white wall, and toes stand on the quiet stone road. It seems that the fingertips touch the strings instead of the wall; It's not a road under your toes, it's a drum. Touching in a quiet deep lane, stepping on melodious water town tunes. Staring at the moss on the stone road, it seems that it has become an old friend, affectionately calling my birth name. The ancient wall once burned by the war seems to be a beautiful totem of vicissitudes of life and war in the long river of history, telling people's sadness about the war.
I was intoxicated by the deep alley and the ancient wall.
Liushuimu bridge
There is a stream outside the village, which flows between the rocks. When I was a child, I saw young women coming here to wash clothes, which attracted countless fish larvae. A sparkling splash made them hide and scream again and again. There is a wooden bridge next to the clear spring, and several lush weeds grow obliquely from the pier, like an old man's beard. Reflected in the water, the shadow is oblique. Water drops slide down from the handrail of the crossbar, sliding, rotating, dripping and taking a curtain call on the crossbar like a dancer in fine clothes. Perform a silent dance drama that has never changed. Isn't running water a portrayal of blood in a hurry, and the wooden bridge is a freeze of quiet years.
I was intoxicated by the running water, on the wooden bridge.
Molly Luo Yu
When the world was washed crystal clear by the rain, I walked into the jasmine flower with an umbrella. The fragrance of flowers seems to be pure white, pure white without a trace of dust. Raindrops fall, leaving a discernible waterway on the umbrella. I gently turned the handle of the umbrella, and the raindrops that didn't fall in time jumped out with the swing of the umbrella frame, disappeared in the misty rain curtain and disappeared in the crystal dry Kun.
I am intoxicated in the rain and flowers.
Deep alleys, ancient city walls, flowing water, wooden bridges, jasmine, falling rain ... nothing fascinates me more than them.
I walked through Jiangnan. ......