The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Zhu's Reading Thought in Southern Song Dynasty
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast. Why is the water in the pond so clear? Because there is inexhaustible living water for it.
Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring Snow"
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
Lin's Peach Blossom
Peach blossom, the purple of that tree,
Just like a sentence in spring:
Delicate dew,
There are some.
Exquisite writing,
Single leaf light induction
It is some soft and even breath;
With a smile,
Intentionally or unintentionally
Full of expectations for life.
Look,-
That tremor is in the breeze.
She froze again, weakly,
On the thin lips of March,
At first glance,
A glimpse of sentimental traces!