it hurts to look at it! As soon as you are around, you will feel homesick. The dragon gate is gone, and the clouds are grey. Why are there trees? The mountains are high and the water is long. The spirit of spring is pleasing to all ethnic groups, with a thousand miles of eyes alone. The autumn scenery hangs clear, and it is angry and sorrowful. Envy the ring arch in the white elm, cherish the brilliance in Luotang. I dare to fight, who sees it, and what does Yi Daipen want? More than Su Wu floating in the sea in Hu and Guan Ning? Send Feihong out, with the brilliance of yin fire. The crane neck is long, and the aconite has not changed. I hate it very much, and it's empty, so when will I be in Dongshan? If you look at it forever, you will be hurt. There is a sense of obeying the wind, and the imperial secretary becomes a song of remembering the moon. Song said: Zhang Heng has been worried for a long time, and Wang Can looks back when he goes upstairs. Don't be a fishing minister in Weibin, be ashamed to worship dust friends in Luoyang.
The original text is from Liu Yuxi's "Wang Fu", which is a Li Sao-style poem written by the poet because of his laissez-faire. The failure of Yongzhen's innovation led Liu Yuxi to be banished to the remote Jingman state in succession, serving as the last post of foreign affairs, struggling with his official career and drifting from place to place. During the long exile, I dreamed of going through the land of South Chu, visiting the Sichuan of Hunan and Yuan, experiencing local conditions and customs, watching the frost and snow in the south of the country, and Huai Jin sighed with grief and indignation, expressing his arms and writing "Wang Fu" with the body of "stopping idle people and escaping as the last work". Its meaning in Chu Ci is also deep, and the meaning of feeling sorry for it is also cut, so the sigh is faint. When lamenting the introduction, it is endowed with the body of Chu Ci, imitating the mountains and rivers and looking at Chang' an from afar. Its feelings are difficult and it is sighing, and it is "reading the days and depending on the folk customs, all kinds of things will change in the meantime", so it is unwilling to sink, and it is a sigh because of the time. " "Wang Fu" was written after the meaning of Chu Ci, and it has a deep rhyme. According to Wang Yi's theory in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the so-called "Li Sao" is an encounter because it is divorced. Sorrow is also called worry. This sage is loyal and sees slander. He goes to his hometown and worries about his father's country. With Qu Zi's wisdom, when he is in Chu Huai and Xiang Xiang, he still sighs that "the world is drunk and I wake up alone". The powerful and powerful are in power, and it is difficult to stretch their ambitions. Wang Fu not only carries its meaning, but also is immersed in it.
its self-ordered cloud says: "Since Yu was exiled to Wuling, his land is the ancestral town of Ying, which is mixed with Yelang and other nationalities. Those who are related to the sky are arrogant; Those who are related to people, the wind and the witch are full of anger. Because they live in the distance, "the four drooping places are uncovered, and the scenery is swept in. Because of their far-reaching income, it is the cloud of Chu Wang Fu. Wang fu? Don? Liu Yuxi
said nothing, but felt the wind coming from the outside. The twilight turns to the continuation of Xi, octupole HarmonyOS. Up and down, people are different. It's lonely to shine in the eyes, and it's almost like space. Things turn into many images, and people are different when they meet. Hehe! He who has an eye will look at it with all his heart, and when he looks at it, he will feel it with emotion. Those who wait for you are full of joy, and those who forget you are full of joy. Those who are deeply concerned are lost, and those who are extremely happy are rushed. If you rely on it for external migration, you will be confused in the middle.
hope is the happiest! I celebrate the clouds and go back to Agee. Like a cloud, my face is close at hand, like grass, my heart is enthusiastic. Fan-to-fan, the flag rises and the dragon rises. When the sun turns to the ecliptic, the sky opens and the sky falls. Ning Rui Jing is in the courtyard tree, but not in the temple curtain.
look at it and be afraid! Wait for Ba 'an to see Chang 'an. Disturbance, red dust, lush, and good air disk. The pool is like the Han dynasty, and the city is dying. Avoid the horse of the suggestion and chase the golden pill of the lucky minister.
I hope so! Zong Wan Ling Xi Yue Si Wei. Han emperor Sendai Xi, Qin Huang Hai Jiao. Neon clothes are flying on the river, and the clues are getting poorer and poorer. The purple bearing is close, and the divine light belongs to the sky and shines brightly. As soon as possible, I will focus on the essence, and I will look at the wonderful.
look at how tangible it is! See stupid and poor. The atmosphere of Chu plug is evil, and Xiao Guan is embarrassing. Faint cage lonely moon, angular courageously Chang Geng. Sand is like snow, and there are suspicious cities. Smoke and clouds are not women's gas, and vegetation is the king's soldier. The false alarm of dragging firewood is the first sound of breaking and riding. Faith is gained from the wind and birds, showing that there is nothing to say.
hope and admire! Grace and meaning are separated by years. The carving has been resigned, where is the golden house? Long letter grass grows, Nagato sunset. When Cui Hua came, he raised Xuantian to make a private prosecution. Kuang Fuxiang's water is not returned, and the Zhanghe River is empty. Tears stained the branches and leaves, fragrant and fragrant. The wind is rustling, the waves are blowing in the north, and the smoke is desert and the trees are Xiling. The husband doesn't return to the stone on the river, but the son can see the tomb of Qin Yuan. Clap the piano and turn over the sound of the plug, and point to the road of Handan with a harp.
hope hurts the most! As soon as you are around, you will feel homesick. The dragon gate is gone, and the clouds are grey. Why are there trees? The mountains are high and the water is long. The spirit of spring is pleasing to all ethnic groups, with a thousand miles of eyes alone. The autumn scenery hangs clear, and it is angry and sorrowful. Envy the ring arch in the white elm, cherish the brilliance in Luotang. I dare to fight, who sees it, and what does Yi Daipen want? More than Su Wu floating in the sea in Hu and Guan Ning? Send Feihong out, with the brilliance of yin fire. The crane neck is long, and the aconite has not changed. I hate it very much, and it's empty, so when will I be in Dongshan? If you look at it forever, you will be hurt. There is a sense of obeying the wind, and the imperial secretary becomes a song of remembering the moon. Song said: Zhang Heng has been worried for a long time, and Wang Can looks back when he goes upstairs. Don't be a fishing minister in Weibin, be ashamed to worship dust friends in Luoyang.