Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
-"Chile Song" (Northern Dynasty folk song)
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
-"Don't be big" (Gao Shi)
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
-"To the Fortress" (Wang Wei)
The wind began to cross the four fields, they crossed the grassland, endless green eyes, one after another, merged into the sea, merged into the sky, and intertwined with the blue sky just overhead. Many-hued with white spots, flocks of white sheep are singing a free song.
The wind began to pass through Saibei, and the thick clouds were deep and yellowish, and they drifted away with the wind. Small snow grains, crystal clear and sharp, dance out of the sky, ground and houses with the wind, leaving only a vast world.
When the wind in the desert finally stopped, they first wrapped up the flying sand all over the sky and roared, but finally calmed down in the distant yellow sand. They became quiet, quiet enough to make the world clear, leaving only a sun and thin smoke rising slowly in the distance.
My mind is gradually approaching this magnificent scenery. I have never seen it with my own eyes or touched it with my own hands, but it seems that every grass, every tree and every gravel is already familiar and has a tacit understanding.
It's just, where have I seen you?
Is chaos the beginning of life? Is it a rambling dream?
Yes, it turned out to be a poem handed down from generation to generation, circulating in the blood and soul, and it will not and cannot fade. They portray your face with the most sincere heart, and they record your charm with the most sincere feelings.
"Clouds are foggy, covering Yueyang City." This is the elegant demeanor of Dongting; "Jiuqu Yellow River Wan Li sand, stormy waves, and heaven remains our neighbourhood." is the domineering and arrogant character of the Yellow River; "Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags." It is a gentle and feminine style in Jiangnan.
"Plums are golden yellow, apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white, and cauliflower is thin." I found the simple fragrance of jumping in the countryside; "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." I saw the charm flowing in the West Lake.
In this vast land, poetry is a wandering singer, spreading beauty to every corner. They are flexible ties that hold up every living thing in this land and make them have rich memories at the beginning of their lives.
Their eyes are fixed on you, and I look at you; Their tentacles touch you and I feel you; They are your soul, so I touched your heart.
Because of these poems, I see not only you, but my blood has already melted into you, my mother, my motherland and my nation.
Because of these poems, I am destined to love you deeply. I am your humble person. You baptized me with this poem, and I respected you in baptism. Your eyes are wide and far-reaching. You look at me affectionately, and I hear your voice, as if from ancient times and from the future.
-You're calling me. I know you. Taking poetry as a mirror, you awakened the spirit accumulated in the blood of every China person for 5,000 years. You made me swear with my soul and body:
My dear Chinese nation, I will always be loyal to you, and I will always love you.
-I will convey this feeling through my flesh and blood.