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At first, at the water's edge, on the mountainside, it was a long narrative poem sung casually. Later, a peacock flew southeast and wandered for five miles. Until one day I saw the flowers in Chang 'an in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Great Song in the Central Plains of Julian Waghann, and the ancient road of the Yuan Dynasty with withered vines and faint crows. Over the past few years, time has brewed countless complex and magnificent undertakings in the ink.

It was not until an era close to us that a great scholar appeared. He used the methods of aesthetics, literature and philosophy to analyze those ancient and beautiful poems that still belonged to their era, and then compiled them into a far-reaching book called "The Thorn on Earth". This man is Wang Guowei, whose name is Jing 'an.

Later, today, there is a music club. They created an antique album to explore the ancient world, paying tribute to Mr. Wang Guowei, the master of Chinese studies, and to the poets who have left us. This album is called "Words on Earth", and the name of this club is-Sunseeker Music Club.

Now, let's stop in a hurry and have a look at the ancient world at that time.

The first sentence: Three realms of Ci and China-Wang Guowei

Mr. Jing's Guo Wei pays attention to three realms of learning:

First, "last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went to the tall building alone to look at the horizon." It seems that we can see the great aspirations of young people, ordinary people and the homesickness of lonely people;

Second, "I won't regret that my belt is gradually widening, which will make people haggard for Iraq." This is a process of seeking, bitter but willing;

Third, "the crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim." This realm should be the most beautiful. In the layers of repression and day-to-day polishing, the moment of harvest seems to jump with the brilliance of epiphany.

However, I am afraid that only people like Mr. Jing' an have such a realm of life. When I was sipping tea under the tree, I chewed this passage carefully, but I read another feeling. It turns out that these three realms can also be extended to love.

Perhaps there was a gentle woman who was alone in a tall building and worried about the future she could not see. At that time, there were also young candidates carrying their bags and bowed their heads and walked through the lotus pond in the sunset. The days of waiting are always long. Girls look forward to the letter from teenagers day after day, and their eyebrows are full of acacia and worry. It's been a long time since the publication date, but I haven't heard from that person yet. On the night of Lantern Festival, I remember traveling hand in hand with teenagers a few years ago. Now I don't know where that person is, and the girl's heart is very depressed. Suddenly, when she looked back inadvertently, she saw a figure. At this moment, the fireworks in mid-air suddenly exploded, illuminating the smiling eyebrows of the young lang.

You see, this story is exactly what Mr. Jing 'an's three realms should be.

? later ages/time

Waiting for Shangyuan to blow the flute full of songs.

Long street lanterns are red.

She is lonely in the market.

Suddenly, I heard someone vague greeting behind me.

Fireworks suddenly turn back at the moment.

Changfeng blows the pages.

Things in the world are thin through the ages.

How many people look at the moon with lanterns?

Let it go down to the west building

How many people were silent for a long time?

After Long song broke up.

Thought can * * * who for a long time.

Changfeng blows the pages.

The world has always been meaningful.

Many people go home at night.

Warm porridge

Many people have it.

No friends wandering around.

Turn around and meet the eyes of the wind and frost, his eyes.

Singing: Tak Zhusang

The second word: longevity in the world-Su Shi

Meet him, at the forefront of time.

Looking down at the boy, I shook my head at the window and recited poems. The moon is in the sky in the courtyard, and the courtyard is full of color, dancing and affection.

Later, I sat under the willow tree by the bridge with a Dongpo Yuefu on my knee. Under the bridge, the sound of sculls and underwater sounds continued, but in my own words, it became a scene, as if a poet in floating clothes was standing at the bow, heading for further smoke waves. It's getting dark, and I can't read the handwriting on the book gradually. I rubbed my sour eyes and recognized those words-"I'm still lonely and thin"-"I didn't know Meg was here."

Later, I finally grew into a teenager, and I printed my footprints on many peaks and clouds. Time is always soft and red, full of fun, as if I just shake my sleeves three or two times, and a long wind will take me to Yaotai. I also forgot the most unusual warmth and poetry when I first leaned against the noisy water.

When I think of him again, I have come a long way. Old awning boat, sparse blue clothes and thin luggage, go home. What it looked like when it came. I'm still reading this poem, and I'm still reading that man. At this time, he is a figure, walking in the depths of misty rain with bamboo as a stick and sandals over a thousand fast horses. Also like a pine tree standing in the mountain wind, covered with rugged wind and rain, but still admire the mountains and rivers. Since then, the boat has passed away, and Jiang Hai has sent the rest of his life. In his twilight years, he said to himself.

Close the book in your hand, lean against the wall of the boat, catch a few rays of moonlight and go to sleep. The sound of water is drifting away, like a dream for a hundred years. Once upon a time, the flowing water bridge, with the moon setting outside the window, gradually recovered its outline.

He is Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty, whose name is Zi Zhan and whose name is Dongpo lay man.

The meaning of 1000 years ago

I used to take the moon as a pledge.

Find someone to draw their eyes.

There is neither tea nor wine in the opposite mountain pass.

He said something about spring and autumn with a smile.

Give this life a reason.

Throw an eyebrow into a boat in the river of dry sorrow.

High style, all kinds of clothes and corners are radiant.

Finally, I just added a frustrated face.

Singing: Si Xia

The third sentence: the difference between life and death-Nalan Rong Ruo

The ending of the story is often cold, and whoever looks at the west wind is lonely and cold. The cold wind under the eaves was bleak, and some dead leaves fell on the chessboard, but no one lowered his eyebrows and meditated. That was just a sparse and common thing at that time. Ripples gradually appeared in the small pond, only to find that it was snowing when I looked up. Just like the beginning of the story, the world meets new snow and the moon gate meets for the first time.

People like to call it love. He wrote down his love, which is also the love of millions of people. The word "deep affection and long life" is the most suitable word to describe him. He is an idle passer-by in Lu 'an. Love is a pale cloud on the horizon, an encounter in the blink of an eye, an instant love, and a fleeting hug after the evening breeze blows. From then on, he fell into the world, indifferent to the golden scenery, in love with all the moving smiles he had seen, thinking about all the bright eyes affectionately, until the tea on the table dried up, leaving only dry tea leaves, and no one would hold a pot of Longjing and push the door to fill it slowly.

? Hongmei Baixue knows

Snow and snow arrive at night.

Cha Ying and Mei Zhi in front of the court

People who look at flowers are almost as thin.

Frost and snow repel each other.

Thousands of people know it.

Rub your shoulders alone against the west wind

Songgang mingyue kuhan monument

Draw her name.

The most impermanent thing is to drink water as soon as you write it.

Love at first sight, farewell to sleepy tissues

Who are you crazy about when you wake up and get drunk all your life?

Red plum and white snow

Singing: the tears of the clouds

The fourth sentence: Travel in the end of the world-Ma Zhiyuan

The dark mountains are becoming more and more blurred in the sunset. There are several families at the foot of the mountain, and the small bridge is gentle, but after all, it does not belong to the struggling travelers. The traveler with the thin horse stopped to have a look and walked silently to his horizon. The autumn wind wrapped around the dead vines, and there was a bleak voice. Just like his life. In a bright and charming place, the pen is noisy, and in a quiet and cold place, the leaves are falling and the hair is white.

Ma Zhiyuan, a thousand miles away, is called Dongli. When he was young, he also had career ambitions. Unfortunately, fate and opportunity made him miss the years, depressed and frustrated, and gradually became disheartened, living in seclusion in the countryside and winning a cup to entertain himself. There is a handsome young man missing from the temple, but there is a master of Yuanqu in the history of China literature.

The wind and frost add to the body, the desolate route, the ancient road and the west wind, and the heartbroken man at the end of the world. He used to be a blue leisure guest under the forest and sang "Dongli is the romantic victim" in a euphemistic tone.

? Autumn by the hedge

The ancient road is far away and the sun sets.

The man in blue led the horse through.

I can't bear to look back at the long river behind me.

Only Yue Ming knows what she is thinking.

Yue Ming knows what to say.

There are many troubles in this late autumn.

Don't stay in the sun, keep in touch with the spirit.

Western jackdaw in the west accompanied me to forget all the mountains and rivers.

Children who collect herbs travel to Lu 'an.

Yao Palace is cold and graceful.

I sat on the beam.

Listen to 10% of human emotions.

Singing: Heng

? The fifth sentence: Spring comes every year-Feng Yansi.

It rained heavily when the teenager went out of town with a bag on his back. I walked past the stone bridge outside the city and the small tea shed by the stone bridge. I looked back, and the word "Yangzhou" on the gate was pulled far away by the rain and fog, vaguely, just like

The way time passes. He clenched the handle of the umbrella and turned to the distance where the spring grass stretched.

More than ten years later, the Southern Tang Dynasty was established. Teenagers are no longer teenagers. He entered Kyoto in the prime of life. He was noticed by the monarch several times and then became an official. However, in that stormy era, the impermanence of the world was almost engraved into every inch of time. The struggle between parties in the imperial court and the world pattern of a powerful country have shaken the foundation of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Long ups and downs in officialdom, two prime ministers, after several ups and downs, he has long been used to the Spring and Autumn Period. It rains every year, but I still can't help but drool and ask in a low voice the fleeting years: Spring comes every year, I wonder if such swallows and pavilions will be there every year?

In the past two years, he was relieved of his post as prime minister. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror. Listening to the sound of falling flowers under the eaves, my former leisure worries are gone. Finally, it was foggy again. Or Yangzhou City as a teenager, or Storm Bridge. He watched from a distance with a cane, the crane flew to the front line of Jiangtian, and the kite that looked down on the child was still floating on the cloud.

Drizzle and wet streamer

Drunk to death, suddenly moved for several years.

I'm afraid I can't write two or three words.

Your eyes are cold, and you pour thin wine to warm the night.

Half a game of chess has never been solved.

The steps in front of the carving building are sloppy, stumbling and drunk.

After the dream of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Ming Dynasty was at a loss.

Don't take off your clothes and sit on the green steps.

There is a bright moon on the willow branches on the steps.

Singing: little love's mother

? The sixth sentence: Mid-Autumn Festival on the Moon-Xin Qiji

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this-a poem written by Xin Qiji when he lived in Shangrao, Jiangxi. At that time, Jiaxuan's poets lamented that they were nearly half a century old, but they were unhappy and had scattered friends, only two or three children knew each other.

Xin Qiji was a poet and patriotic general in the Southern Song Dynasty. When he was born, the territory of the Northern Song Dynasty had fallen into the hands of the Jin people. When he was a teenager, he was determined to recover the Central Plains, courageously revolted, resisted gold and humiliated the country, and became famous for a while. He won the favor of Song Gaozong, who was appointed as the judge of Jiangyin, and was later reused. As the saying goes, heroes are born in troubled times. However, more often, Feng Tang is old and Li Guang is hard to seal.

? Meet me in the green hills.

Qingshan saw me.

What should I do?

White hair on the sideburns

be old and frail

It still is.

Relatively elegant

Be rewarded by others

Meet me under the bright moon

What should I do?

In the old window

Pintan song

It still is.

Fresh profit and loss

Millennium depends on people.

Entrust sb. with care

Singing: Smile Hanazono Sakura.

? The seventh sentence: care about mountains and rivers-Ouyang Xiu

Anhui is surrounded by mountains except Zhou, and one or four pavilions with cornices live above the spring water. The famous ones are Ouyang Xiu, a famous minister in the Northern Song Dynasty, a famous Yongquan, a famous drunken cat and a layman Liu Yi.

In the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu was demoted several times because he advocated the New Deal and disagreed with the political views of the old school in the DPRK. Later, he moved to Chuzhou as the prefect, bringing a piano, a chess game and a pot of wine.

There are thousands of books, and you can enjoy the scenery of Chuzhou.

During his relegated life, he was not an important official of North Korea, nor was he a simple scholar. He is a party leader who enjoys happiness with the people, and a romantic guest in his leisure time. After time polishing, he has become more and more prosperous.

Cheerful, open-minded and chic; It's a moongazer on a short boat and a carefree tea and wine place in the west window.

On this day, Ouyang Xiu went from Chuzhou to Yangzhou as the year of knowledge. When he left, spring was just right. He squinted at the flowers in the distance and read a sentence in a low voice with a smile.

The poem turned and left: "I was drunk as usual, and I didn't teach the orchestra to be silent."

? Song of the Pearl River Mountains and Rivers

I have a pearl that shines on the waters of Qian Shan.

If Yaogong comes to make you laugh, say goodbye.

Call a drunk who only knows the customs around spring.

Turn your soul upside down in front of the bottle on the pavilion.

I have a pearl that shines on the waters of Qian Shan.

If Yaogong comes to make you laugh, say goodbye.

Call a drunk who only knows the customs around spring.

Turn your soul upside down in front of the bottle on the pavilion.

Singing: River Map

? The eighth sentence: Boarding the nostalgia of Li Bai

He is a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, whose words are too white, and he is a famous violet layman.

As a legendary and romantic man, most people would rather believe that his life will come to an extraordinary end. After drinking too much wine and watching the moon all my life, I finally rode a whale to catch the moon in a clear river. Bai Yujing and Kunlun Tower in the sky may be better places than this world.

Twenty-five-year-old poet, brave sword to serve the country, bid farewell to relatives, travel far. Long world, high mood.

With smooth sailing, he finally reached the capital Chang 'an five years later. At that time, he was living in Chang 'an, lost in the neighborhood of prosperous Chang 'an.

It was not until the first year of Tianbao that Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty met Li Taibai, and his poems were already famous all over the world. Since then, a hundred flowers have blossomed and jade has been gilded. His transformation room is like a silver vase, pouring out the bustling Milky Way. However, this capital, which is full of beautiful things and all countries come to South Korea, has only been given him a year, but it is the place where he will spend the rest of his life thinking.

It was a very sunny day when I left Chang 'an. The tall city gate became brighter and grander in the bright sunshine, which stung his eyes. Chang 'an Chang 'an, silently read it twice, until the bitterness slowly seeped from his lips and teeth, and he turned to leave.

The buzzing voices in the long street behind him are drifting away.

? Human beings have been living through the ages.

Jinzun sake and precious jade plates

Twelve painting academies tirelessly play the flute.

Thousands of miles away, I once visited Chang 'an in white.

The wind comes from the sky and drives into the heart.

Urging teenagers' dreams to fade when they are strong.

Qinghai Changyun Snow Mountain

Spring breeze is not lonely and cold enough in Chengguan.

The man described by an old friend who fought hundreds of battles in Huangsha has not come back yet.

It is expected that thousands of years of clothes will be buried with loess.

Lonely moss can be born where the history books are blank.