The fallen leaves are still falling, reflecting the dazzling light of autumn sunshine, fluttering in the air, like missing fragments scattered in the sky. At the top of the tombstone, there are several withered golden leaves. The breeze is blowing and the leaves are "brushing", which seems to link history with reality, and it seems to warn people who come to pay homage to "it's too late to die when they hear the word"; Tell people that ideas are of great significance to a nation, a country and a person.
3. Heavy rain covered the land of Zhao Yan. The misty rain is boundless, and the feelings are endless. Wet poems float in the misty rain, taking you to explore the past Millennium. Outside Qinhuangdao, Wang Yang is soaring, the sea and sky are the same, and Wan Li is vast. Only nostalgia for the past is to look for fishing boats that "know where to go" in the monstrous white waves.
I finally stood on the shore of Beidaihe, facing the turbulent sea, wandering between the blue sea and the blue sky, looking for the footprints of poets and feeling those immortal thoughts. Mountains and rivers have feelings, and the footprints of heroes and great men of all ages have been so clearly preserved. So mountains and seas are spiritual. In people's eyes, every reef is saturated with thoughts, every spray is jumping with wisdom, every shell is echoing the voice of a wise man, and every stone is engraved with beautiful poems.
6. Looking at the sea, the clear water is boundless, and the sea and the sky are the same. Vast waves, white sails and seabirds gather together. The sea waves from the sea breeze rise and fall in rows. Splash layers of foam and make a deafening roar. The back waves push the front waves, and the waves chase the peaks. Huge waves rushed like a toppled mountain, leaving beautiful shells and round colored stones on the beach, and then swishing back, taking away the sediment and debris. Children, barefoot in flowered skirts, jump with the waves, pick up gifts from the sea, find their dreams, then watch it recede and expect it to come again.
7. Looking at the sea, the clear water is boundless, and the sea and the sky are the same. Vast waves, white sails and seabirds gather together. The sea waves from the sea breeze rise and fall in rows. Splash layers of foam and make a deafening roar. The back waves push the front waves, and the waves chase the peaks. Huge waves rushed like a toppled mountain, leaving beautiful shells and round colored stones on the beach, and then swishing back, taking away the sediment and debris. Children, barefoot in flowered skirts, jump with the waves, pick up gifts from the sea, find their dreams, then watch it recede and expect it to come again.
8. Looking from the window, the tall buildings are hidden in the deep and quiet night sky, and several windows give out faint lights, which seem to whisper to the moonlight. The street is in a daze, and the lights of buildings on both sides are flashing with colorful images, showing the prosperity and enchanting of the city at night. The endless stream of traffic flows quietly, like molten iron flowing out of a steel melting furnace, drawing dazzling streamers, and occasionally blowing a whistle or two, all of which are deep drowsiness. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians, and a pair of boys and girls are walking hand in hand on the sidewalk. Bright moonlight and dim lights are alternately printed on it, which is lively and lively. The girl looked back at the tall boyfriend, talking and laughing, jumping, jumping on the isolation pile for a while, staggering for a few steps, walking in front of the bright billboard for a while, while the boy laughed, and a youthful vitality rippled in the night sky full of bright moonlight.
9. The river is flowing happily and singing clearly in the moonlight. Sparkling, like broken silver spilled all over the floor in the moonlight, and like thousands of silver carp jumping. A pair of lovers are sitting by the river, and the moonlight is caged in a tall tree, giving people a mysterious beauty. The insects in the grass make deep and shallow chirps from time to time, and the girl can't help snuggling up to the boy, holding up a bright moon and enjoying the boundless moonlight.
10. A drunken man stumbled alone in the moonlight, apparently intoxicated by the cool moonlight, sat down among the wild flowers on the roadside, picked one, studied it carefully, sniffed it under his nose and put it in his chest pocket. After a short rest, I struggled to stand up and staggered forward. Perhaps fascinated by the smell of this wild flower, I waved it and leaned against a big tree quickly. The night crow in the nest woke up with a start, flew away with a "wow" and disappeared into the foggy night sky. Several dogs barked in the distant village, and a window lit up with dim light. The woman in the window must have seen the drunken figure under the moon.
1 1. Pale face and white hair are red flowers. They want to talk. And throw a thousand glasses of wine, one drunk can eliminate eternal sorrow. Drink this body. Where are you going? Independence is boundless, kareem abdul-jabbar has a waning moon, and there are several cold stars on the moon.
12. The crimson sunset is hidden on the other side of the mountain, and the afterglow reflects the sky of the mountain red, and the handsome character is obliquely inserted at the top of the mountain, swaying with the wind. The shouting and killing died down, and the soldiers huddled in rocks and ravines, sorting out broken armor and broken weapons. The vast night closed silently, and the whole mountain fell into silence. At the foot of the mountain, a little bonfire is woven into a brilliant net with little torches, which surrounds the whole mountain. A tall and heroic figure stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the vast sky for a long time, like a bronze statue.
13. It was silent, and the flickering flames in the fields were as eerie as a ghost fire. Broken arrow's halberds were scattered among rocks and weeds, and the wounded steeds gave out cries from time to time. Those insects and birds were scattered by the fierce war during the day, some fled into the distant night sky, and some curled up in the depths of the soil. The Wujiang River in the distance flows quietly, radiating slender silver light. You can see the river rolling forward, but you can't hear the surging waves. On the contrary, I feel a little shudder, and I feel that a nameless fear has spread all over my body, and that sob has been buried deep in my heart.
14. The thin morning mist permeates the vast grassland, and at first glance, it looks like a touch of green mountains and jade, sticking to the forehead of the grassland. With faint grass and wild flowers in the air, it is moist like a watercolor pen, which makes vilen here? Hill? The sky was rendered into a beautiful picture. Everything is hazy, poetic and dreamy.
15. The grass here is green, extending from the foot to the distant sky. And that piece is emerald green, they are next to each other, squeezing the competition and heading for the horizon. A gust of grassland wind blew from behind, and the green grass in front of me became a rough sea, and Feng Hong jumped? Yellow? Pink? White? Blue, all kinds of "waves" Langgu is a swimming cattle and sheep. At this time, you will naturally think: the sky is gray and wild, and the wind and grass see cattle and sheep. ...
16. The area where flowers grow here is also very regular. At the foot, this piece is bright red. The locals call it "Honghuazi". Its stem is long and thin. Although slim, the flowers are big. When there is plenty of rain, the whole flower is as big as an adult's fist. When it is not flowering, the coat is turquoise. Standing upright on a long stem, like an arrow whistling, it will shoot into the distant sky at any time. When you open your mouth and smile, your bright red lips are exposed, like a shy girl, touching your sensitive heartstrings. The flowers are completely open, and the open petals hold up a red world, leaning against the blue sky and green grass. From a distance, it looks like a delicate wind chime. The breeze blows, and the voice of nature rings in your heart.
17. Fog is always around the mountains, and we are inseparable. In a short while, it turned into a light blue tulle, which covered the pretty face of the mountain, fluttering and lingering; After a while, it turned into a white Hada, wrapped around the neck of the mountain, charming and extraordinary; In a short time, it merged into a white Youlong and swam around the mountain, turning the majestic green hills into various shapes.
18. The sun finally stretched out its slender fingers and gently faded the soft yarn of the green hills. Qingshan's solid muscular chest and tall and straight spine are exposed to people, calm and determined. Clouds surge away from its bosom from time to time and become the most beautiful language. Pines and cypresses that look dignified in the sun, a little deep red in the boundless sky, and mysterious kisses scattered on the peaks add another mystery to Qingshan.
19. Sprouts sprout in spring, and yellow leaves fly in Qiu Lai. This is the choice of leaves. You can choose to return or give up. If you don't give up, there will be no regeneration, and if you don't give up, you won't get it. Giving up is a natural law and a philosophy of life.
20. Tang poetry flies in the blue sky and white clouds. Only by standing in the clouds and reading Tang poetry can we feel the charm of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Tang poetry is woven with colorful brocade. Only when you read Tang poems on sunny days can you feel the magnificence and brilliance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Tang poetry was forged with the vastness and magnificence of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. After thousands of years of experience, it is still exciting to read.
2 1. Leaves fluttered freely in the bright autumn sunshine. It deeply understands that it is only to get up with the sun and make a beautiful appearance with the bright moon to give up watching the brilliant clouds and the Shan Lan smoke from the kitchen. The old tree also understands that how can it bloom without giving up what one loves? How can there be no end to prosperity without giving up again and again? Time circulates in giving up again and again, and life continues in giving up again and again …
22. The lush plants on the Yuan Ye let us not feel the chill of autumn at all, and the vitality is still surging in the fields and Shan Ye. The leaves of millet are dark green, and the long and big ears of millet bend the tall and straight backbone of yesterday; Sorghum is still so slim, and the beautiful red tassels show the charm of autumn; Through the forest belt of Yuan Ye, dark green and light yellow fairy tales are woven, expressing richer life colors than spring and summer.
23. In the bright Qiu Guang, in the cool breeze, the withered petals on the branches are withering, withering and falling. The autumn wind is swaying, the flowers are trembling, and the petals are fluttering, just like crying at the wind. Those who haven't fallen, stubbornly stand there, looking at those flowers that are still smiling or entering the twilight like themselves. Is she lamenting her premature aging, or enjoying the flowers singing in the autumn wind? Are you regretting your indiscretion when you were young, or are you thinking about how to go on in the future? She was thinking hard and watching silently.
24. Come to think of it, aren't we human beings? Ask yourself, how many people live entirely for themselves? Just like flowers and fruits, the brilliance of flowers is for the richness of fruits, and the richness of fruits is for the brilliant flowers of tomorrow. Cycle after cycle, life can be endless. If one day we are about to take a curtain call, can we blend into the earth as calmly and smartly as flowers?
25. After generations of calligraphers' painstaking creation and constant innovation, Chinese characters have evolved into an elegant art form. In the long history of continuous evolution, every change and innovation of Chinese characters is like a bright pearl shining in the canopy of Chinese civilization. Needless to say, the design beauty of seal script is gorgeous and luxurious in bronze inscriptions, simple and charming in official script, neat and vigorous in Wei Bei, dignified and elegant in regular script, leisurely and elegant in running script, and wild and unruly in cursive script. Not to mention the endless mysterious writing forms, such as running script, official script, official script and so on. All of them show the beauty of Chinese character art and are fascinating. What kind of writing style in the world can be so colorful and charming?
26. Everyone has a heart. Tired, I tied my heart to the shore, tapped the keyboard and touched it with my true feelings and the love of netizens. After a short rest, you will feel refreshed and grateful; When you are injured, you will send out tearful words, touch the real warmth in nothingness, and collide with the spark of the soul in the sea of people. Like a breeze across a calm lake, like a meteor across a silent night sky. A sincere and warm greeting, with flowers and love. As a result, the tears are no longer cold, and the heart will warm up again.
27. This is a group of people with delicate feelings and extremely sensitive feelings. On that hot summer night, a cool breeze was blowing gently; Snow branches, a little scarlet with a smile on the broken snow; There was silence in the corner, where spiders broke and mended; There was a long sound of insects in the green grass outside the window. On the desolate Yuan Ye, I occasionally see a thin yellow flower, winding ruts run over by countless wheels on the barren hillside, the sunrise at dawn, and the back of a pair of hands at dusk. Smoke from huts, flying springs in mountains, grass on rocks, and a beautiful shell on the beach. When you see it, you will be shocked and resort to the pen.
28. This is a group of humorous and elegant people. Waving tea to point out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, laughing and cursing have all become excellent works; Southern accent, bittersweet, humorous. Advance is also calm, and retreat is also calm.
29. This is also a group of people who think highly of themselves. Therefore, wandering in this illusory world, despising money can't refuse the temptation of words. Wear a mask to talk about life with strangers, and even become irresistible or forget friends. As far away as Qian Shan, you can look at each other, hold hands and ask your heart. I have never met before, but I can be close to my heart. Sublime is often fragile. If you find some spiritual sustenance, you will fall in love and be fascinated. Knowing that everything is nothing, I enjoy it. After work, in the dead of night, looking at the lights, the code word is happy.
30. Shake your wrist gently and wipe it on rice paper with thick ink. It's a ten-mile-long embankment, which separates the two bays of clear water, and then simply outlines a small bridge. A touch of a long dike, clear water with two eyes, and a delicate small wooden bridge. There are some tourists on the bridge. Tourists have a smiling moon on their heads and a shy star around the meniscus. There seems to be a wisp of yarn floating around the neck of the star, and the soft yarn is floating in the vast air …
3 1. There should be several strange stones and an exquisite rockery in the center of the clear water. Light ink hook carved columns, vermilion dyed pavilion columns, and several quaint corner bells hanging on the cornices of the bucket arch. The breeze blows, ringing elegant bells and poetic moonlit nights.
32. The suburbs are never short of poetry and painting. Draw lush vilen with freehand brushwork, splash silent Shan Ye with light ink, draw hazy trees with lines of poetry, and dream in a cage, immersed in the moonlight like water. The gurgling river winds away with sparkling waves in the moonlight, and the faint grass exudes a faint breath of life in the moonlight. Fine brushwork depicts a farmer who comes home at night with a long hoe on his shoulder. The bright moon leans on the hoe, holding a few lingering clouds and accompanying the farmer back from the moon. An old cow with a little freehand brushwork, swinging its slender tail leisurely, raising its handsome head, handed a long card to the bright moon affectionately, and the small houses in the distance flashed orange windows together, like shining stars in the dark night sky. There must be a familiar figure outside the window. Looking out of the window, in that long path, you will definitely see that handsome figure.
33. The huge sunset, like a burning fireball, slowly sinks into the sea. The sky pulled up a red curtain, as if to wrap a huge fireball. But still can't stop the footsteps of the sunset. When approaching the sea surface, clusters of sea fog rise from the sea surface, and flames generally meet. The moment they kissed, the whole sea immediately "jumped" and burned. Passion makes them burn, makes them intoxicated, and they completely melt together.
34. In the blink of an eye, the sunset was swallowed up by the sea. The whole sky and ocean suddenly darkened and calmed down. Look down, the sea is rolling under your feet. The sea rolls silently like black ink. There are no stormy waves lapping on the shore, no rows of surging waves, only waves rolling like boiling water. Huge bubbles emerged from the bottom of the sea, cracked with a "wow" and crashed into the dark sea. The surrounding sea water is boiling, rolling, swirling and sobbing. The sinking is getting denser and denser, but the surging is flashing dazzling green light, which is chilling.
35. The gentle sea breeze blows, and the faint songs dilute the dignified thoughts. Unfortunate memories have long since disappeared with the smoke. Seabirds can fly freely in the vast sea, and the sea breeze brings us familiar tunes. The children can sleep peacefully in the soft sound of the waves beating against the rocks.
36. Stand quietly and bloom quietly. Don't expect approval, thunderous applause and elegant flowers; There are no bees around the butterfly, no green leaves, and no fear of rain, snow and frost. In the corner of the abandoned garden or in the deep mountain canyon, it quietly blooms and fades. It has been to this world, it belongs to this world, it once owned this world, it left its beautiful images and flowers, and then it quietly left. Like a breeze, like a meteor ...
37. Grow up in loneliness, blossom in loneliness, wither in loneliness, and stay with loneliness for life. Loneliness is a beautiful flower. Enduring the loneliness of years is sometimes a kind of helplessness; If we can turn the years into a beautiful flower, it will be a little Zen.
38. Noble people must be very cultured. With achievements, they will become more sober and more enterprising when encountering setbacks. There is such a couplet in Xiao Ji: don't be shocked by humiliation, look at Bloom's flowers in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky. Don't care if you don't like it. Don't care too much about gains and losses. Don't care too much about success or failure. As long as you are working hard, as long as you are struggling, doing what you like and going your own way, this is a high accomplishment. Like Tao Yuanming, "under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely."
39. Noble temperament can be cultivated. When you see mountains, you often think high, and when you see the sea, you often avoid ambition and be complacent. See the sage Si Qi how, see not sage and introspection. Don't worry about poverty, don't worry about wealth, don't worry about gains and losses. Cultivate the spirit of honesty and improve the ancient and modern laws. Why not noble?
40. Don't we often have this experience? When we are in a happy mood, we are excited to watch the birds fly and happily bathe in the spring rain; Smelling the running water, thinking about the passage of time. Time is precious. Look at the sunset and feel its glory, and you will think of the old horse crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and aim for thousands of miles. That's why we have the lofty sentiments of "cranes in the clear sky row clouds, attracting poems and fairies". When you are depressed, looking at the clouds floating in the sky will sigh the vagaries of life and the unpredictability of the future; Seeing the sunset in the mountains, you will feel dejected because of the twilight of your life, and there will be a sigh of "where the petals have shed tears and where the lonely birds have sung their grief".