The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward,
The waves wash away the heroes.
Success or failure turns into nothing.
The green mountains are still there,
The sunset turns red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River,
are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy encounter with a pot of wine.
So many things in ancient and modern times,
are all laughed at.
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. - Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
When people become more passionate, they become less passionate, and now they are really not passionate. (Nalan Xingde breaks through the sand of Huanxi)
Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing there, so where is the dust?
1. The wine shop in the down and out rivers and lakes, with a slender waist and light palms.
After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I gained the reputation of a brothel. (Du Mu Qianhuai)
2. On the gold list, I occasionally miss the lead.
How to pay tribute to the virtuous people who were temporarily left behind in the Ming Dynasty?
Even if the attempt fails, the situation will be easy, and the struggle will not be wild.
Why discuss gains and losses?
The talented poet is naturally the prime minister in white.
Fireworks in the alleys and picturesque barriers according to the agreement.
Fortunately, I find the right person to look for.
Stay close to the red and green, and live a smooth life.
Youth lasts for a while.
Stop the fame and sing in a low voice instead! (Liu Yong, He Chongtian) Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo"
Ding Feng Bo
It rained on the Shahu Road on March 7. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.
Don’t listen to the sound of bamboo leaves passing through, why not walk slowly and meditate.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The cool spring breeze blows away the drunkenness and is slightly cold. The top of the mountain is shining slantingly but welcomes each other.
Looking back at the desolate place when I came back, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I returned.
Leaning on the building, listening to the wind and rain, watching the rivers and lakes indifferently.