"Everything Is Everlasting"
Meet her at the forefront of time. He looked like a young boy, leaning against the window, shaking his head and chanting poems. In the courtyard, the moon is high in the sky, and the clear light fills the courtyard, whirling and sentimental. Later, I sat under the willow tree by the bridge with a copy of "Dongpo Yuefu" on my lap. The sound of swaying oars and water under the bridge is continuous, but it has its own scene. The scene in the poem is as if the poet in flowing clothes is standing at the end of the bridge, looking toward the farther mist. The sun was setting, the sky was dark, and gradually, the writing on the book could not be seen clearly. Rubbing his sour eyes, he made up the sentences "I am still lonely, thin and snowy" and "Shi Lao didn't know Meg was here". Later, he finally grew into a young man and left his footprints on many mountain tops and clouds. In the time, there is always soft red beauty and wanton joy, as if I just flutter my sleeves a few times, and a long wind will sweep me up to the Yaotai. I have also forgotten the most ordinary warmth and poetry you had by the noisy water at the beginning. I also thought that it was the old awning boat, the lonely green mountains and the thin luggage that had traveled a lot, returning home. I read the same volume of poems as when I came here, and I read the same person. At this time, she was a figure from behind, using bamboo as a staff and mango shoes to outstrip thousands of fast horses, walking in the depths of misty rain. It is also like a pine tree standing in a mountain peak. The mountain is rugged and windy and rainy, but it still looks at the mountains and rivers for thousands of years. "The boat will pass away from now on, and the rest of my life will be left in the river and sea," he said to himself in his old age. I closed the book in my hand, leaned against the wall of the boat, picked up a few strands of moonlight and put it on my pillow. I put on my clothes and fell asleep. The sound of the water gradually faded away. The world has been like a dream for hundreds of years. The small bridge over flowing water and the moon setting in front of the window gradually regained their outline. He was Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, also known as Zizhan and Dongpo Jushi.
I also really like the recitation in "The Words Are Found in the World". It was typed by the dictation hand, and there may be some typos. I hope it can be adopted.