Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc is in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Sauvignon Blanc is the work of Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. There are three pieces. The first poem describes the scenery, exaggerates the atmosphere, and describes the lovesickness of men and women, which seems to have profound meaning; The second song describes Sifu's lyrical performance on the piano, lyrical with music, heartbreaking and eager to wear it, which shows her deep nostalgia for her expedition relatives.
The third poem takes flowers and beds as images, endows emotions and expresses the hero's thoughts about his sweetheart. These three poems are different in content, form and artistic conception, and all of them deeply show the pain of acacia, and they are written sincerely and tearfully.
Du Mu's "Three Poems of Crossing the Qing Palace, Part One" has piles of embroidery in Chang 'an, and thousands of times have been opened at the top of the mountain. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south. In Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge, a bright moon hangs high in the capital, and it is tempered. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Flowers and beds are heartless things, but once they are related to the person they like, they are painted with feelings. That's why Du Fu has "a place where petals flow like tears".
In the Book of Songs, the young man waited for the right woman, scratched his head, fiddled with the grass that the woman gave him, and happily sang: "Returning from grazing is beautiful and different." Prostitutes are beautiful and embarrassing. "In his eyes, the grass is surprisingly beautiful, but it is not really beautiful, but a beautiful woman gave it to him, full of love.