1, history
(1) History was tragically polished, which made Yue Fei's life. He didn't echo Qin Gui, galloping in the "eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon". But he was forced by twelve gold medals and was finally killed in the storm pavilion. Faced with the threat of evil forces, he chose the country, which was his inner choice. Although there is a price to pay, he has no regrets. He wrote the high melody of life with his own life, which hit the echo wall of history and clanked everywhere.
⑵ "Looking south for another year", "Recovering the old mountains and rivers" and "Hungry to eat meat and drink the blood of Huns", the power of the twelve imperial edicts is beyond the reach of a scholar-bureaucrat who is loyal to serving the country. He had to look up slowly, looking at the gloomy sunset in the sky, turning around feebly and "withdrawing".
(3) Elegy is like an elegy, a pavilion and a pavilion, which casts eternal hatred and hopes for empty blood. The hero's breath is exhausted by the cold leaves of Helan Mountain. White hair flutters like a flag in the long wind, and tears gush from a hole in my heart. Tears are turbid as ink and white as essence. Write down a cavity of grief and indignation in the pale history of the Northern Song Dynasty. Eight thousand miles, clouds or clouds, months or months. Only the head, higher than the spirit, hangs high.
Step 2 face
Facing the life of the Sphinx, we have many choices. Only those who choose according to the spiritual standards of truth, goodness and beauty can embody the wisdom of Oedipus; However, a person who paints a picture of life with an ugly and selfish heart shows Don Quixote's innocence.
3, the sky is beautiful, and it is naturally affectionate.
"The stones and mountains complement each other, and the water is pregnant with pearls and charming." When truth, goodness and beauty have been integrated into your heart, you will have the ultimate state of mind. When Antonio borrowed money to help his friends at the cost of his life in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, when quasimodo, the bell ringer in Notre Dame de Paris, helped others with his heart of gold, and when Jean Valjean in Les Miserables pursued light and truth, they all chose the most precious thing in life-the beauty of human nature. 4. In the Gospel of Martha in the Bible, Jesus told his disciples to use truth, goodness and beauty to measure the standard of being a man. Yes, only the church of truth, goodness and beauty, the blending of beauty and benevolence, and the ensemble of spirit and soul are the real demands of life.
The sky is beautiful and nature is affectionate. In the face of various choices in life, we hold a fountain of the soul, chew the sweetness carefully, and read Wang Zhaojun, Yue Fei, Antonio and Jesus, their choices made in the face of every difficulty, and their noble souls. This is brewing your life.
The poem says: I think, therefore I am, I think.
I said: because of truth, goodness and beauty, I am here, I am here, so I think.
5. Xin Qiji
(1) On the roof at sunset, I still see you, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. "I have seen Wu Gou and photographed railings everywhere, but no one will meet me." The safety of the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty made you black and blue all over, just like a worker crashing into a mountain. You are sad, you are helpless, you clap your chest, you cry, and your screams are only exchanged for colleagues' eyes and court contempt. You are tired and drunk, leaning on the wine case and chanting "I don't hate the ancients for not seeing me, and I hate the ancients for not seeing me." However, Jiaxuan, have you seen that for thousands of years, there was a scholar who was also angry with the other party and wanted to drink Du Kang with you and sell you a cheap land? Jiaxuan, you are not alone. Your heroic spirit will go down in history forever.
The square headscarf dyed with tobacco is the slogan. You write lyrics on horseback, with Jiangshan as a paper sword as a pen, and the image flies like an arrow. You punctuate the smoke with horseshoes and insert a hunting war. The lingering Song Dynasty rejected your edge, so you had to be an idyllic poet.
6. Land tour
It's you, Lu You. You walk with me with your noble and patriotic heart. You are like a splendid thousand-year landscape, edifying me all the time. Rough life makes you write a spiritual hymn with your patriotism and purity. You are "dying in a lonely village and thinking about your country", but you only wish that "Julian Waghann will be set in the central plains in the north, and the sacrifice of your country will always be remembered." I was praised by you. Your poems and songs will always accompany me, because all this makes me want to stay. Lu You, you are a western Western jackdaw who refuses to live. You are a drunkard in the till. Raise my glass. I ask Mingyue, you are an idiot who has lived and died for ten years. Your persistence made me feel nostalgic and impressed me deeply.
I know the ups and downs of your love, the decline of your career, the struggle in the political whirlpool, and the hard voice full of grievances. It is your attitude and mind that has accompanied me through fourteen years of ups and downs in front of your bumpy life. Your "I know from my paper that I should practice" tells the true meaning of learning. Your "Tears of the adherents shed dust, looking south to Julian Waghann for another year" composed your sincerity into a song of life, which inspired me and accompanied me for fourteen spring and autumn years.
(3) At that time, Shenyuan was dark and there was no moon. Only the wind and snow roared outside the garden. Lu you listened. There it is.
7. Li Shangyin
At that time, I have seen Liu Sanbian's amorous feelings, Su Dongpo's devotion and Yuan Zhen's infatuation, but the people I love deeply are only righteous. In today's dazzling e-era, I urgently need a topic to calm my heart. So I thought of Li Shangyin: the one who wrote, "You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me nothing but the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock" and was heartbroken for love; Li Shangyin, who wants to "cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night", has been in love all his life; Li Shangyin sang: "Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". The sad poet whispered, "Never mind, even this bright flame of love has only ashes?" .
"This is an illusory ambition of Lingyun, which I have never opened in my life." This is probably the biggest tragedy in his life. Li was in the late Tang Dynasty, when the imperial court declined and the struggle between Niu and Li was fierce. The combination of him and Wang Maoyuan's daughter, Qiujia Party, has undoubtedly become a victim of the struggle. Since then, he has been accused of ingratitude. Even though he never gave up his career, it was doomed to be a lonely ending.
How many bitter memories have a "Jinse" entrusted, which has made a portrayal of Li You's life that "every flower is the interval of youth"? This piece of music has been played thousands of times, and only Li knows its meaning and rhythm. We are just careless passers-by, just passing by.
I overheard him playing and singing. I was willing to be disturbed by bitter or wonderful chords, and then sighed, "A moment that should last forever came and went before I knew it."
In his sorrowful poems, despite the sadness, we can always find a faint love for life. Otherwise, how can I stand alone in a tall building on a cold night when the moon is white and frosty, and when I see the clear Wan Li, I think of the sentence "Motome, Qin Ge is cold-resistant, fighting in the frost in the middle of the month"
"The stars sink to the bottom of the sea, see in the window, and the rain will look across the river." These two poems by Li Shangyin are very beautiful and colorful. His poetics is very similar to Li He's fantastic symbolism, shine on you is Better than Blue. It also inherited Du Fu's rigorous frustration and Li Bai's romantic free and easy.
8. Wang Xizhi
Wang Xizhi, a generation of book sage, is famous all over the world with Preface to Lanting Collection.
Snow-white feathers, the majestic posture that shakes the earth and the flying posture have all become his favorites. He has the indomitable spirit of a goose and the concentration of a goose. His handwriting is handsome, straight and agile as a dragon. His concentration made a generation of calligraphers, and his diligence was widely praised by later generations.
The lofty sentiments of splashing ink like waves have made his feat of dyeing ink. Looking up at the universe, overlooking the category, enjoying the world, wandering in the wild, he used a short bamboo to freeze China's bones and muscles in the square inch, lost in the Lanting, and woke up to sigh the world. He used a short preface to put the context and true meaning of life between words.
9. Cao Cao
Success, such as the moonlight shining on the flowers and the deep pool swaying slightly, is detachment regardless of the success or failure of adversity, and is also a post station for riding a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeat, still dripping water wears away the stone, rivers flow into the sea, there are poor and strong, and they don't fall into the blue sky, and they are not stubborn "childless, men should be self-reliant"; Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the flow of years, flashy, arrogant; Shame, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, I know I will take a step back and broaden my horizons, and I won't give up eating because I choke. Honor or disgrace, success or failure, show the true colors of heroes.