That year's farewell dream was so profound that there was still a lingering time in the Lotus Champs Elysé es 30 miles away. I remember the poetry books on the windowsill, as erratic as lights. No matter how people dial it, the smell of the book and the smell of the oil lamp blend together. I might as well write a book by hand. The wind shadows and flowers in the distance came from all directions. The midnight in autumn is full of laughter and frustration.
There is a kind of sadness that echoes in the poet's eyes for a long time, whether it needs one person to tell it or let another person find it; There is a kind of loneliness that has settled for a long time at the foot of travelers. Is it allowed to be submerged by a group of people, or is it necessary for another group to wave their hands and be silent? The road is so long, poets and travelers look at each other, sing to each other, and are in a trance.
That year, thousands of officials rode horses and waved pen and ink in the inner ring of Chang 'an City. It was also that year that even the small inns in the city had hermits coming and going. That year, the scenery of the big city, Qiushui Danchi, was full of happiness and prosperity, and autumn was endless. Even the shopkeeper Xiao Er would whisper a poem that "Qiushui guests gather in Chang 'an, and Danchi is full of happiness and prosperity". The attic room of the inn, with calligraphy, painting, chess and tea, became picturesque in a pile of wind and rain on the windowsill.
The poet's footsteps followed closely, as if he didn't need much guidance to return home, so he could naturally unload the heavy dust. It is well known in the world, and the tea in Chang' an is self-supplied; Heroes don't know each other, and it's not a hero's home. Therefore, whether in the temple or outside the countryside, there are "the son of heaven is really a long-term solution, making a hero in white!" Words.
The poet's study is on the edge of the attic by the river. In the autumn sunset, the light is strong. In the contrast between light and dark, a faint water color and a long passenger ship are revealed. There is a kind of artistic conception that contains Qianshan, and the poet engraves it in his heart. Therefore, even in the face of the world of flowers and flowers, he still has a calm mind, just like the monks in Longquan Temple in the distance.
It takes a lot of time to grind old books, and poets are conscientious about it. He has no silver in exchange for the annual examination questions, so he can only learn some classics from the Four Books and Five Classics. The time for scientific research is relatively loose, so it naturally takes a lot of effort to polish the Four Books and Five Classics. The so-called classic books should also have its uniqueness and the essence that others can't easily find. The poet talked to himself as if he had seen through some philosophies. If he can do it in one fell swoop, he will leave an immortal article.
Autumn scenery, a city, is more cordial because of the cheers of some farmers outside the city. People pushing cars are smiling when they come in and out of the city. The rural life without closing the door at night makes the county governments around the country look particularly clear and stable. Farmers are busy with labor and production all year round, and they seem to have inexhaustible energy; Unofficial history's small family is very hard, as if to find a special topic, lying on the table copying notes and singing hymns. The inscriptions on all the books are left under the words "Zhenguan years", which are vigorous and shining.
"Listening to the sound of running water in the middle of the night, crossing the Luohe River.
Chang' an does not see the moon, and the walls of Zhu are stained with red dust. "
It was in the middle of the night that the poet looked at the Luohe River at the foot of Chang 'an City and got the feeling of this poem. He didn't mean to interfere with the noise of the city, but felt that all the creatures in the world suddenly seemed to have some kind of vitality, full of upward tension and motivation. The poet knows a thing or two about the philosophy of Feng Shui, knowing that this is a revelation for people to meet the Lord. God sent the Lord, you can only have a door when you are pregnant. It is worthwhile to take a scientific research trip.
The pavilions in the middle of the night are cool and empty, which makes people panic. The Sheikh who came home late took off his clothes and walked in the empty street, still feeling refreshed. The poet also stamped his feet on the balcony and looked back. His brow was full of heroic spirit, and a piece of paper in his hand floated away.
Old books were blown into a mess by the wind at night, and the poet bent down to sort them out quickly. When he looked up at the corner of the table, it seemed that something suddenly occurred to him. In fact, a year ago, didn't the poet leave his hometown in such a hurry at midnight? There is no trip to say goodbye to my family, full of rudeness and anxiety, and I don't know what my family is doing at the moment.
The poet's hometown is in Taiyuan, and the local people say that it is a very atmospheric place, and everyone who goes out from there will be successful in official career. In fact, the real Li family world originated here, so anyone who comes out of Taiyuan should be more confident!
A night of wind and rain, autumn frost, books, days and guests are in an endless stream, roaming Chang' an. Poets leave at will from north to south. He didn't know the names of the people who visited him, but he read some of his poems, which made him deeply appreciate each other. For a possible chance to get to know each other, the poet went to great lengths to take a quick look, and it was enough to chat with his intimate friends for three days about the principles of Jianghu temples!
The poet's visit was very ordinary, and neither of us was happy-forever. We don't have to meet on purpose. Besides, there is no limit to poetry and books, and the morality of scripture has no direction. It's good to say a few words of nonsense. Autumn is getting deeper and deeper. When two people walk together, they both have the desire to serve the country, but they are congenial. From this perspective, the so-called meeting is also a matter of time. The poet meets an old friend in time and says hello to any scholar who walks in Chang 'an. In the endless world, like-minded people will always meet.
The climate in Chang 'an in autumn is unpredictable, and the poet returns to the inn alone. When asked, the poet turned a deaf ear to pedestrians and traffic. He is only interested in the children selling used books in that corner. The poet's travel expenses are not much. He gritted his teeth and bought a classic ancient book. The autumn climate is a good time to study, so it is always right to prepare more books.
The sky is blue, the clouds are blue, and the willow is still blue. Pedestrians wear old clothes, while old people in boats wear hats. An autumn rain is coming. The poet rolled up his sleeves to cover his forehead, and he joined the endless running crowd. It is expected to rain cats and dogs, but the pedestrians still don't laugh. There are many misty rains in the rivers and lakes, and poetry books are too ordinary after all.
When the poet returned to the attic of the inn, the rain had stopped, the clouds seemed to be blown through the hole by the wind, and the sun shone from those broken places. The poet was in chaos, woke up, looked up at the flashing lights, and felt a surge of joy. Probably the excitement of Chang' an has resumed!
The poet grabbed a piece of manuscript paper again, waved it quickly, and several big characters sprang out; The poet grabbed the paper and threw it into the distance.