2, the world is a big dream, how many times is life cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, A Dream on Earth"
Life is like a trip, and I am also a pedestrian. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Lin Jiang Xian sends money to Mu Fu"
Life is rootless and floating like dust. Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be. When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other? When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink. Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. -From Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
The flowers in the forest withered in spring, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. —— From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Hua Xie and Chun Hong.
6 the husband of heaven and earth, the inverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
9 when singing wine, what is the geometry of life? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Three spring flowers are early, so flowers must be early. Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.
Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.
Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was in the dim light.
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
Now it is yesterday, and the flowers are like her.
If life is just like the first sight, why does the west wind become a mystery?
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.