Even if "gossamer floats in the spring pavilion, falling flowers and catkins touch the embroidered curtain", Xiaohong will dance lightly with life and drown in the soil.
Even if "since ancient times, amorous feelings hurt parting, and it is more worthy of snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival", if you leave your feelings a little, you will be deeply grieved and cry.
Even if "a stream of smoke, a city full of wind, Huang Meiyu", it will fall into the soul and set off heroism.
Life is ordinary, but countless points can also achieve greatness. Let's turn on that snack light!
Flower soul
Xiaoxiang bamboo shadow, secluded pavilion fragrance. The figure leaning against the west wind has long been dim, but the residual red scattered in the heart remains in the hearts of the world with the most beautiful posture.
Sighing that the flowers in a dream of red mansions are helpless, the fragrance disappears, and the shadow of Daiyu will linger after all. In the eyes of all people, a luxurious life and a rich life are nothing more than the misery of relying on others, and the sorrow of "sleeping at the beginning of a blue light and the window is not warm".
I have always felt that her life is like a begonia, a bathing poem by tang style and a bathing poem by Song Yu. She is spotless and kind-hearted. Even though her life experience is bleak, she still has a kind of poetry about the moon. "Stealing pears and borrowing plum blossoms is a soul." What a wonderful sentence! You Jushi won the first prize, and the lyrics were written in autumn night. Smiles and tears in life, feelings and thoughts have become words.
I can't escape the fate of "Leng Yue Flower Burial" in the end, but I have never regretted loving, complaining, laughing or crying in my short and ordinary life. At least, my heart is always bright.
Liu Meng
The folding fan shakes gently, and the clothes are fluttering. The heroic figure paced slowly along the historic Yang Liuan.
Everyone praised him as a generation of gifted scholars with flying poems. However, he was born as a scholar and eventually had to be "ordered to write lyrics." Why is it difficult for him to be free and affectionate? Endure floating fame, and drink softly. Life is an ordinary point, but it has been expanded in the years. He developed the poetic style in the field of Song Ci, reformed and innovated his tune, and became the most influential poet in the early Northern Song Dynasty.
In the dream of a willow, there is still the elegance of Sanqiu Jiazi and Shili Lotus, and there is still the delusion that "clothes are getting wider and wider, and people will languish for Iraq". The dim sum lamp is lit and the dream is gorgeous.
Yusi
Through the ups and downs of the dynasty, experienced wind, dust, rain and snow. I stared at his spot deeply, what kind of wind knife frost carving this should be. He will always be with the people, and his heart is full of worries about people's livelihood.
A humble cloth has no worries about food and clothing, but he is "worried about Li Yuan in poor years"; It is already "the bedside table is dry, and the rain feet are like hemp." He also thought of Xiamen's vastness, which is a great refuge of the world. I was trapped in an enemy city, but I was sad that "40 thousand rebels died on the same day"
Poetry comes by clouds, and the wind and rain fall, wetting my boundless thoughts. In my heart, rain hates clouds and worries no longer exist, only the immortal soul and dim sum lamp are still "calm as a mountain"!
No rouge can smear the ordinary point, no clothes can hide the ordinary point, no set of ancient books can decorate the ordinary point, pile up layers of dreams in the corner, turn on the dim sum lamp, and achieve greatness little by little!
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