Solitude clings to the moonlit night, with long memories, listening to the weeping pipa, looking at the ancient ruins of heartbroken, looking back at the dim light, missing the tears that slipped to the burst bank with the help of a pair of goose-yellow moon wings. ...
"The book has its own Yan Ruyu". I like a leisurely afternoon, making a cup of tea, sitting in a warm rocking chair, communicating with my ancestors in words, and having a wandering encounter with books. Through the beautiful Chinese characters, I saw their beauty.
Island Xifeng first horse
I saw it. ...
A mottled ancient road, a wanderer is marching on the road of wandering the world against the whistling west wind. The wind wrinkled a pool of clear water, swaying willows, withered vines swaying with the rhythm of the wind, and crows on ancient trees were still moaning. Crossing this ancient road at dusk, several houses were built on the opposite surface of the water. The smoke from the chimney blurred the wandering eyes and led the thin horse to embark on the journey again.
I saw it: the thin horse in the west wind of the ancient road is entrusted with the sorrow of the wanderer, and the constant is the return of the wanderer.
There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.
I saw it. ...
Ink flies, two lines of tears flow to my cheeks, but it can't wash away the dirt in the world. You would rather recite the poem "I am alone when the world is turbid, and everyone is drunk and I am alone" to awaken people's sleeping struggle, than bear the injustice of the world and live.
I saw the helplessness in the heart of a great patriotic poet, a great man who refused to "compete with others and would rather die in exile" and adhered to the right path.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
I saw it. ...
The bright moonlight shines on the earth, reflecting a lonely figure. It was supposed to be a time to reunite with my family, but I was helplessly separated from each other. But through this moonlight, he saw that people had left, the moon was full, and he saw through the true meaning of life. Only such a person can sing "straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" Let's be free and easy.
I saw: a free and easy attitude towards life, an optimistic life.
The blue lamp in the rain at night, holding a roll of ink-scented detached things, quietly comprehends those gorgeous words that are extremely dull, listens to the golden words that travel through time and space, and instantly recovers spirituality when you are tired of the secular heart; When the weather is sunny, invite three or two friends, walk together with books, talk about poetry and painting, turn the words of the wise into instant wisdom, and the green mountains and green hills will also ripple between beautiful or keen words.
Reading and drinking tea is not to be arty, but to seek inner peace. Because through books, I see that people's spirit will not wither; I see that life is closer to the essence and purer.