autumn moon
The moon shines on the empty court in Jiangcheng, and I will stop again and again in my spare time.
You can't open the rock under the laurel tree in the secluded path, but the glow hides the fireflies.
What you can sell this night is nothing more than wine. If you watch past lives, it will be just like Ping.
The sparse swing is still tilting temporarily, and the west wind and yellow leaves are unbearable.
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Wild geese gather sunset clouds in the south mountain, and a few frosty yellow flowers.
I've been feeling exhausted in autumn recently, but I haven't come to your house a word.
Avoid the summer heat.
Don't graze white clouds, don't read Buddha, and dry fish on Pantuo stone.
It's difficult to get rid of the summer heat, and it's more interesting to relax and enjoy the cool.
Intermittent rain in Mao Mao (middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River)
It rained in June in the south of the Yangtze River, and the stone steps piled up under the porch.
The lotus in the courtyard is wet and beautiful, and the banana leaves in the idle window are light and fat.
New tea often smells like eaves, and beautiful images peep from the bottom of the umbrella.
In Liuhuashen Lane, there are more people selling bayberry with small bags on their backs.
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Who sent Xiaoman stationery from Jiangcheng? Semi-queqing Ci v. Old Year.
Plums laugh when they are thrown, and the east wind is swinging.
There are only sad and happy songs in love, and memories are still like scattered smoke.
Chunyue didn't know about the personnel changes and moved to the window again.
Nie Gannu is the best person who can write classical poems and rejuvenate them.
Nie Gannu (1903- 1986), who was praised by Zhou Enlai as "the greatest liberal in the 20th century", introduced humor into classical poetry and made epoch-making contributions to it. Essays are considered to be the first person after Lu Xun. The representative work of the old-style poem "Three Lives".
I have a special article "Laughing at Brutality", which introduces in detail Nie Gannu's deeds of fighting against the literary revolution with old-style poems, and comments on Nie Gannu's old-style poems. Unfortunately, the review failed.
I have to provide a golden sentence from Nie Gannu's ancient poems. I believe you will agree with me as soon as you see it.
Sadness in my heart is greater than immortality.
Is it far away from the great sentence "grief is greater than death" and writes the hearts of people in that extraordinary era?