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Wandering in the ocean of poetry, you can feel loneliness and desolation-how can it be dark when you are looking out of the window?
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, you can taste boldness and broadmindedness-life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a month;
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, we can look down on floating names and empty names-forbear to change floating names into shallow names and sing in a low voice. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
Poetry is the spiritual food of life, the eternal witness of years, the crater of emotional explosion, and the inkstone for people to express their feelings ...
"Lonely sails sail in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky." Li Bai's love for the river expresses his infinite nostalgia for his friends with poetry;
"How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Li Yu used water to express his sadness and poetry to express the pain of losing his country and home.
"I came from three thousand miles away. Sad autumn, my sorrow for a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. " Du Fu climbed high and looked far, expressing his melancholy feelings in a foreign land with poems;
"The water in a river never returns, and the waves are exhausted, which is a romantic figure through the ages." Su Shi looked at the river and used poetry to express the rare words of the ancients …
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I heard the voice from the other side of history.
"It's hard to pull out the mountain, which angered the whole world, and sometimes it's not good." I read out the helplessness and sadness of Xiang Yu, the overlord of the place of Chu, about his impending failure.
"The mountain is not too high, the sea is not too deep, the duke of Zhou vomits, and the world returns to the heart." I read the desire of Cao Cao, a treacherous man in troubled times, for wise men and capable people;
"There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes the poor all over the world happy." I understand Du Fu's concern and sympathy for the working people in troubled times.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." I read the pastoral poet Tao Qian's yearning and love for mountains and rivers …
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I have a strong and profound historical feeling.
The spring breeze blows the willow, the jade emperor flies, two horses are in parallel, sending you ten miles, and folding the willow on a moonlit night. Nostalgia is intense ... the moonlight is bright, the rice smells fragrant, cicadas wake up, birds and magpies fly in surprise, frogs are everywhere, passers-by are telling the scene of harvest in this quiet and lively summer night ... Walking alone among the fallen leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn, the autumn wind is rustling, falling trees and sweeping leaves.
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I seem to be in a beautiful artistic conception.
I wandered in the ocean of poetry, weathered my melancholy with beautiful poetry, and diluted my sadness with the meaning of poetry.
I wandered in the ocean of poetry, packed my feelings and continued to live a poetic life.