In recent months, influenced by the study group, I started to read an ancient poem every day, and I liked it more and more. Just like the daily diet, if you consciously read it, ponder it and then slowly digest it and absorb it, it will become nutrition. Even if you read it today and forget it tomorrow, you can still experience the moment in your life, especially reciting or silently reciting a poem before going to bed. , imagine a certain artistic conception carefully every word, just for the deep and quiet pleasure of this moment, or as enjoyment, it is worth it.
"It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes." This is a very good poetic picture, a day, a poem, a scene, a little polish, as if life is full of articles. No matter how long you soak in the nourishment of knowledge and culture, poems and books nourish your heart, and their meanings last a long time. As long as you can begin to incorporate such pictures into your life, it will be satisfying enough. If you don't read poetry every day, you will be dull; if you don't read articles for a few days, it will be wasted; if you are thirsty for knowledge, you will be intoxicated, and slowly accumulate a self-satisfied "poetic life", which is not enviable!
I regret that I woke up late. The black-haired person did not know how to study diligently early, and the white-haired person regretted studying late. Now that I have started to study with several groups, I realize how ignorant I am, and I feel even more ashamed that I have read so few books. How come so much time in the past was wasted on ineffective social interactions and boring work? On the other hand, when I thought about it, I was secretly glad that I was not confused to the end. It was the right choice to cherish the present moment and have such a good learning circle to live and learn until I am old. I could listen to lectures and read poetry books when I had nothing to do! "Reading history makes people wise, reading poetry makes people smart." In my heart, I am still a rough person. I have no experience or learning and infiltration in the university hall. I just study some practical subjects on my own intermittently, hot and cold. After all, Joining the workforce after graduating from junior high school is entirely a matter of correcting oneself bit by bit in the melting pot of society. To be honest, there is too little inner driving force for learning deep in the soul. Learning something superficial is only for utilitarian purposes to embellish the empty shell in the belly. , it is too far away from the goal of real talent and practical learning, so I still don’t have the slightest confidence to say that I am a passionate or diligent learner, and the style of a gentle scholar is even more out of reach. Because I know that my "learning" has always been like a crappy juggling show, or like practicing boxing and just learning some three-legged cat kung fu. It is neither good nor useful, and there are enough perfunctory elements before and after. Just like I bought a thick set of Tang poetry, Song poetry, Chinese poetry and other series of books, and they have always been gathering dust on a lonely bookshelf. I rarely get involved in reading them. It is just a facade trying to show that I am not an ignorant person. It is arty and ridiculous. . The key is that my heart has never calmed down and seriously entered the beautiful world of poetry. For me, who has a low literary literacy, it is like looking up at the height of the mountain clouds and the white snow in spring.
What is shameful is that today’s primary school students read classic sage articles early, and some schools require them to read an ancient poem every day. It is also popular to read Chinese traditional studies in Moments. What about studying "The Analects of Confucius" and "University" "The Doctrine of the Mean", Yangming's Theory of Mind, etc. have become popular. What I have seen, heard, felt, and experienced, if I don’t read some excellent classical poems, I will be eliminated by society, because I know that it is too late to talk about the past and the present when I am old. Not as good as a furry child of several years old. If you feel that others can express their thoughts well, speak well, calmly and calmly, and exhale like orchids, it will be a bit shabby compared to your own limitations and insecurities. It’s hard to hate a book when it’s time to use it. It’s very difficult to make up for it. As people often say, “There is poetry and calligraphy in one’s belly.” When someone opens his mouth, he will know whether it is a “parallel import.” So in the United States, my lover treats me Always play tricks: talk less when you go out, you can pretend to be serious, don't reveal your secrets after just a few words! Haha, I counterattacked: You said that is English. Am I so inexperienced in Chinese? I used to be honest and not good at talking, but now I know how to learn, and I can no longer look down on others with my old eyes! Saying this, whenever you see a person with a high level of skills, his faint lack of confidence often shows his shyness.
I can’t remember who said: “Hidden in your temperament are the roads you have traveled and the books you have read.” After understanding this sentence, I feel that my study has a direction. I am no longer like a blind man who feels the elephant and relies on his feelings. I suddenly realize that reading some ancient poems regularly can most subtly change a person's temperament. The challenge is to chew hard bones. Some people may think this is a bit difficult, boring, or even obscure. In the fast-paced modern social life, reading ancient poetry is a bit out of place or aloof.
But I still stubbornly believe that if you want to be gentle and elegant, and if you want to add some literati aura and charm, you must be less surly and paranoid, more soft and gentle, and less impetuous by being immersed in poems, songs, traditional classics, and masterpieces. , be more self-cultivating; less frivolous and tacky, more determined and clear; less eloquent, more connotative; less chasing fame and fortune, more elegant and quiet; less speculative, more moral character Ming, less following the crowd and more moral responsibility; less selfish desires and distractions, more feelings of family and country... All the long-term edification, all the taste and chanting, all the fragrance of calligraphy, all the accumulation and precipitation will definitely shape a person. The unique self and the noble integrity of the literati, isn't this the artistic conception that one wants and pursues? I think the more experiences you have in life, the stronger this desire will be.
Learn and then you will not know enough. When you live more and more transparently, you will become more and more sure of what we often say: the primary happiness is the happiness of the body, which is satiation, warmth and material desires. The intermediate level of happiness is spiritual happiness, which is poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and traveling around the world. Of course, high-level happiness is the happiness of the soul, having lofty beliefs and dedication, making others happy because of one's existence and reaching the highest state of goodness. So when we have time to read, to understand the truth, to purify our sentiments, to be happy and at peace of mind, or to be able to influence others, can it be classified as the cultivation of talent, wisdom, spirit, and soul? Maybe you feel bored when you first start reading those classical anthologies or ancient poems, and maybe you only taste them briefly, which is unspeakable, like strong wine in your throat, spicy and hard to swallow, but if you calm down, be patient, think about it, and taste it, it will be like tea. Moisturizing the mouth, once it tastes sweet, it leaves a fragrant aroma on the cheeks and teeth, with an endless aftertaste, which is wonderful. Through my recent habit, I spend ten or twenty minutes a day to read ancient classics. My own experience is to say: Only the fragrance of books can reach far, there is a universe in the world of poetry, let the fragrance of books permeate your soul, and you will have a successful life. A state of mind that is fascinated by poetry, life, and intoxicated by time.
When you have love and understanding, you will understand the benefits of opening a book. Think about it, regardless of ancient or modern times, reading has always been the lowest threshold to nobility, and it may also be the lowest-cost investment, becoming the best way to achieve class counterattack. Zeng Guofan said: "It is difficult to change a person's temperament due to his innate nature, but reading can change his temperament." So as an amateur to cultivate temperament, if you read more ancient poems, you can travel through time and space for thousands of years, and connect with the ancients' dialogues, so that you can change your temperament. With an open mind and a book accompanying your soul, you can explore the spiritual world and enrich the possibilities of life, thereby extending your knowledge and optimizing your mind. Being able to like the pure style, vast artistic conception, and ultimate sensibility of ancient poetry can exactly make up for the crowded and anxious feeling of our current life, which is filled with information and tight rhythm. If you think about it again, regardless of the expression of various emotions or the comparison of scenery in classical literature, categories such as pride, nostalgia, melancholy, desolation, nostalgia, lovesickness, leisurely feelings, heartbreak, relief, philosophy, scenery, etc., are all in our consciousness. Everything is beautiful and nourishing with a long aftertaste. Be more proud, and I dare say that there is no literature in the world who does not marvel at the beauty of the sound, the beauty of the words, the beauty of the words, the beauty of the sentences, the beauty of the rhyme, the beauty of the description, the beauty of the expansion of ancient Chinese poetry that has been around for thousands of years. Beauty, awakening beauty, screaming beauty, etc. are recognized as second to none? The richness and implication, the depth and magnificence, the breadth and vastness of ancient poetry have all made domestic and foreign literati admire and admire them! Just like when I saw "Lands apart, sky shared" translated as "Mountains and rivers in foreign lands, wind and moon in the same sky", I was immediately moved by the beauty of Chinese classical literature and was so moved!
There is an ancient saying: "If you are hungry, you can read it as meat; if you are cold, you can read it as fur; if you read it well, you can cure stupidity; if you are lonely, you can read it as a friend; if you are sad, you can read it as gold and stone." There is no better way to nourish the heart than to have few desires, and there is no better happiness than reading." Everyday we read leisurely, sitting alone under the window, enjoying a cup of clear tea, reading about the universe in our hearts, and heaven and earth are all interrelated. We don’t ask about the heaven in our dreams, don’t lament the impermanence of the world, and quietly accumulate elegance, with the spirit of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. No matter how lonely the years are, the tranquility, warmth and ordinaryness are so joyful and filling! Moreover, there is a folk proverb that goes: "If you read three hundred Tang poems by heart, you can still make jokes if you don't know how to recite them." Even if it is a jingle, it is still elegant and interesting! Occasionally, when interacting in the circle of friends, I can piece together a few poems. I think it can be regarded as a breath of fresh air. It seems to be much stronger than giving a like or saying a pale word. It may be more interesting to reveal the personality and charm of writing. Attention and feedback. The so-called "wide-viewing and understanding, thick accumulation and thin development" will definitely arouse people's appreciation!
So, after reading a little poetry, I can show off my essays to inspire random "inspiration":
For example, on Halloween, I saw Melissa from California posting photos and essays. Wrote:
There is a camouflage jack-o'-lantern in front of the house, the homeowner is shouting to show his hospitality, calling for candies, and the fancy costumes make the show fun!
For example, if I watch Zhibin from New York traveling on his own boat, I would write:
Smooth sailing, just singing! During the journey with the most beautiful scenery, you can enjoy the morning glow and dusk.
The waves are rolling and the waves are flowing, the sea is vast and the sky is blue for a dragon to roam! The sails are strong and we set off towards our dreams!
For example, if you are driving to see the red maples on the roadside and the brilliant autumn sun, you will write:
It is not inevitable that the autumn weather will be sad, but the slight cold is a pleasant thing.
Red leaves are affectionate, yellow leaves are joyful, green leaves are a gentle and calm transition, and the quiet beauty of autumn leaves is the scenery of life!
Once you fall in love with it, you can’t put it down.
Love and passion, tranquility and silence, how can there be desolation?
As far as the eye can see, there is no coolness in the autumn songs and autumn rhythms?
For example, if you go to the park to see the trees, you will think of the following words:
The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the trees are beautiful and shady, the wind and frost are noble, the deep and distant, the bright red maples , tranquil, pure, transparent, looking at it in the heart, it has the charm of character. Where to see the self-nature, the creative intention is subtle. There is no mundane dust, no gray, no obstacles, but something clean, innocent, straightforward, lofty, straight, handsome...
For example, when I exercise in the early morning and look at the lake in Central Park and the various trees and buildings around it, I can't help but write a few sentences:
The pond is filled with clear blue autumn water, and the rainbow is reflected in the mirror. The heart of autumn is like water, silent and beautiful.
The forest is dyed, and everything is brilliant. The bustling place is peaceful, and the tall buildings, trees, lakes and people moving far and near are naturally harmonious.
There are many scenes in New York that I have never fully appreciated. Time flies and we become accustomed to it. When we look back, we feel that we have lost the cycle of seasons and the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, but have been occupied by the trivial daily life and the fireworks of the world. We have indeed missed out on many "good times and beautiful scenery" everywhere!
In fact, the situation changes with your heart. If you love it, life will be lovely everywhere. If you are beautiful, life will be fragrant everywhere. Living in the moment.
Reflection: You must remember the good times of the year, the best ones are when the maples are red and the chrysanthemums are yellow.
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Regardless of whether it is good or bad, if you post pictures and articles in your circle of friends, you will often get likes. My friends will add, you are talented! Regardless of whether the flattery is true or false, there is still some complacency. No matter how bad it is, it means that we are people who like words. We are beginning to be different from the old and rough image of the past. A cultural self-confidence has slowly begun to develop and take root. Now that I can let myself go and be enthusiastic about learning, will the rest of my life be "poetic"?
It can be said: Don’t fill the rest of your life with regrets, don’t spend the rest of your life boringly, and don’t greet life with relaxation. Purity does not disturb the hustle and bustle, kindness and gentleness are fearless and indifferent, disturbances disappear, worries disappear, cultivate the mind, swim freely in the text, be influenced by the books, lightly intoxicated by time, half fireworks, half poetry, this life is waiting for you, isn't it happy!
Attachment: The poems and essays I have studied recently are edited as follows. I am still grateful for the dedication of Teacher Chen Sifan. Many of them are poems about autumn, so I have preserved the autumn scenery I took in my spare time as illustrations.
The new pavilion overlooks the vermilion threshold, and the beautiful trees bloom with hibiscus. The fragrant morning breeze is far away, and the cold dew is thick. He comes out of this world in a dashing way, with a low profile and a strange appearance. It sounds like an empty metaphor, who is the workman of creation? I lingered in Qiuyueyan, and handed over the mountain bell from afar. "Furong Pavilion" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. In the cold dew season, when the cold air gets worse, the most heart-warming thing is to have someone remind you to add more clothes and quilts. In this world, the most valuable thing is companionship, and the most heart-warming thing is emotion. Friends, no matter what you are doing or how busy you are, you must take care of yourself. If you are tired, you must know how to slow down, pay attention to rest, and take good care of your body. Health and safety are the greatest blessings.
It’s so bad that I am declining. A life of despair and scattered friendships, only a few left now! The white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, and he smiles at everything in the world. What can make the public happy? I saw how charming the green hills were, and I expected that the green hills should be so when they saw me. Emotion and appearance are slightly similar. One scratched his head in the east window. Thinking of Yuanming's poem "Standing Cloud", it has the flavor at this time. Those in Jiangzuo who are busy seeking fame have no idea of ??the wonderful principles of turbid mash. I look back and shout, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing. If you don't hate the ancients, I won't see you. If you hate the ancients, I won't see you. Those who know me, two or three sons, tell me that I am worried. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·It's so bad that I'm so weak" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty. Xin Qiji's madness is unique and unrestrained. When Xin Qiji resigned from office and lived idle, he still did not change his arrogant nature. There is a kind of madness, which is self-confidence and invincibility. Even if it travels through the present and ancient times, it still remains arrogant.
Heavy rain falls on Youyan, white waves surge into the sky, and a fishing boat is seen outside Qinhuangdao. If you can't see the vast ocean, who do you know where to go? Thousands of years ago, Wei Wu whipped his whip, and there was a posthumous chapter in Jieshi in the east. The bleak autumn wind is here again, and the world has changed. Mao Zedong's "Langtaosha·Beidaihe" The autumn wind is bleak, but the sky and the earth are magnificent. Facing the vast autumn scenery, Mao Zedong was inspired and wrote this majestic poem. The beauty of autumn lies in its clarity, height, openness, distance, tranquility, purity, depth, thickness, and grandeur.
There is tranquility in the aloofness, profundity in the vastness, purity in the tranquility, and broadness in the heaviness. The bleak autumn wind is coming again now, and the world has changed." It is a description, a discussion, and an emotion! It has profound meaning and a long lasting aftertaste, as if it leads us to an infinite time and space to explore the infinite implication.
When the clouds stop, I miss my relatives and friends. The garden is full of glory, and I can't help but sigh. The clouds are still and the rain is misty. There is wine on the ground and there is wine on the river. Drinking at the East Window. I wish to cherish my loved ones, and the boats and cars follow me. Tao Yuanming's "Four Stopping Clouds·Part 2" Tao Yuanming bluntly said that this is a set of poems about missing relatives and friends. The wine bottles are filled with clear new wine, and the first blooms are arranged in the back garden. flowers, but my beautiful wishes cannot be realized, and I sigh helplessly, and my mind is filled with sorrow. Instead of missing you and becoming ill, it is better to leave your deep regrets to the years. One day, you can walk through those hurdles that you cannot overcome. It was filled up as I walked.
The geese are flying in the autumn shadows on the river, and the green tea is on the teapot with the guests. It is rare to smile in this world, but I have to put my head full of chrysanthemums to celebrate the festival. Hui. This has always been the case. Why should I be alone in Niushan? "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Life is short, there is no need to shed tears, and the more contentment you have, the more happiness you will have. A calmness brings a sense of ease. One person cares about a pound of troubles, and one person can see the freedom of two people. Let the years go by without turning back, and the youth will be hard to retain. Don’t compete with time, and don’t compete with troubles. , enjoy yourself in time, don’t be needlessly sad, just have a lifetime of happiness. The beauty of the Double Ninth Festival lies in the transcendent broad-mindedness.
The spring water fills the surrounding areas, the summer clouds are full of strange peaks, and the lone pine trees are beautiful in the winter mountains. . Tao Yuanming's "Four Seasons". The midwinter has passed, and a stream of spring water has filled the fields and swamps; the clouds in summer are unpredictable, most of them rise like strange peaks, and the autumn moon shines brightly, covering all the scenery. Blurred colors; a green pine on the high mountain in the cold winter shows vitality. The beauty of the four seasons is not in the eyes of the rich, but in the eyes of the thoughtful!
In the independent cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the oranges appear. At the head of the island, you can see the mountains are red and the forests are dyed; the river is full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying with each other. Eagles are flying in the sky, and all kinds of fish are flying in the sky. I wonder who is the master of the vast land? Hundreds of couples have traveled together, recalling the glorious past. They were young and prosperous; they were full of scholarly energy, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and inspiring words. Do you remember that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stopped the boat? Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun·Changsha" Mao Zedong, who was in his thirties, stood alone at the head of Orange Island on a crisp day in late autumn, looking at the clear water of the Xiangjiang River flowing slowly northward. Feelings are engraved on the mountains and rivers; he "asked the vast earth, who is responsible for the ups and downs?" "How much elegance and desolation are revealed in the confusion.
It is used by poor people and forgets about the surroundings. There are many fallen leaves in the door and courtyard, and I feel that it is autumn. New sunflowers are blooming in the north, and Jiaqing supports the south. Today I am not happy, do you know that there will be a new year? The fortune-telling family will go on a long journey on a good day. Chai Sang came down to Lushan to visit Tao Yuanming, and they wrote poems and songs to each other. Tao Yuanming then wrote "Repay Liu Chai Sang". Tao Yuanming, who lived in seclusion, had no social contacts, and sometimes forgot the changes of the four seasons. No matter what the situation was, Tao Yuanming always had a peaceful mind. The most beautiful thing is to be happy every day!
The girl's rosary covers the stone wall, the stream is dim, the purple vines and yellow flowers bloom in the cold dew, and the clouds turn into water under the pine trees at night. , The sun and the moon are shining with my spirit, and the sky is empty. "Zhai Xin" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty. The purple kudzu and chrysanthemum bloom in the cold weather. I drink the dew on the flowers in the morning and lie down quietly in the evening. Panasonic, enjoy the breeze. In such an environment, Wang Changling said, the sun and moon cleanse my soul, and the sky and the world feel empty. The best thing is to know how to appreciate yourself. When you come, you have nothing, and when you leave, you only have a smile on your sleeves.
In the autumn of Xiaoxiang, the beautiful scenery of Juzhou is like a screen of smoke. In the middle of the day, under the bright moon, the boat is fishing. The water is the countryside, the tent is the house, the fish and rice are often eaten, the cup is full of wine, and the books are full. "Yu Gezi·Dihuaqiu" Li Xun of the Five Dynasties. It is an autumn night in Xiaoxiang, with flowers blooming in the wind and beautiful scenery. The river is soft and clear under the moonlight, and the clouds are light. The protagonist has just finished fishing and is rowing on the water. It is really poetic. It is as picturesque as a dream. The clouds and rivers are my hometown, and my house is my residence. I often eat home-cooked fish soup and rice, and my cups are filled with fine wine, and my shelves are filled with books. I am happy and happy. Keep fame and fortune at heart. Life is a long journey of self-entertainment. It is just a little cleverness to please others. It is the last word to make yourself happy every day.
Autumn enters the clouds, and things are free and unrestrained. . All kinds of scenery are picturesque. Thousands of red leaves are beside the green clouds, and thousands of yellow flowers are under the secluded rocks. I love the bright moon in the clear night, and I often chat with the wild people.
"Traveling on the Shasha: Autumn Enters the Cloud Mountain" by Zhang Luan of the Song Dynasty. This is a colorful autumn scene in Yunshan. The scenery in the mountains is refreshing and beautiful, and it is like a picture. There are so many maple leaves that dye the mountains all the way to the edge of the clouds, deep in the mountains and rocks. Countless chrysanthemums, sprinkled little by little. The indifferent mood blends with the quiet moonlight, making it so leisurely and comfortable. The just right temperature, the comfortable and cool wind, the sunset in the evening, the paths covered with fallen leaves and the people I like, autumn is so beautiful.
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. If I wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. The world is tired of tomorrow, spring is gone and autumn is coming, old age is coming. In the morning, you can see the water flowing eastward, and in the evening, you can see the sun setting in the west. What will happen in a hundred years? Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow" Ming Qian Fu. The fireworks in your heart that yearn for tomorrow need to be ignited with all your efforts. If you work hard for today, you will be more relaxed tomorrow. Every effort we make today will warm our hearts and make us live elegantly and more leisurely. Seize the moment and don’t waste time.
Flying light, flying light, I urge you to have a glass of wine. I don’t know that the blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick. Only the cold moon and warm sun come to fry people's life. If you eat bears, you will be fat; if you eat frogs, you will be thin. Where is the God? Is Taiyian there? There is a Ruomu tree in the east of the sky, with a dragon holding a candle underneath. I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh so that it cannot return to the court and cannot lie down at night. Naturally, the old will never die, and the young will never cry. Why take gold and swallow white jade? Who is like Mr. Ren, riding a green donkey in the clouds? There are many bones in Liu Che's mausoleum, and there are abalones in Ying Zhengzi's coffin. "The Bitter Days Are Short" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty. Li He's madness is his persistent pursuit of the eternity of time. Since ancient times, everyone has lamented the passage of time and longed to retain it. Behind the wild extreme is the eternal pursuit of time. It would be nice if people could always be sixteen or seventeen years old. At that time, I was really young and didn't know what it was like to be sad. No matter how small things were, I could be moved to tears.
The swaying Wu leaves send out the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment. I know that there are children picking and knitting, and a light falls on the fence late at night. "What I Saw in a Night Book" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty. Autumn is the easiest time to miss your hometown. Ye Shaoweng, who lives in a foreign land, naturally felt homesick when he saw the autumn wind in this quiet night. The falling leaves, howling autumn wind, and chilly air accentuate the desolate feeling of being wandering and lonely. Seeing things and thinking about people, touching the scenery brings emotions. Any nostalgia for home is a luxury. The suffering and grievances suffered outside can only be comforted by home.
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sunlight shines on the high forest. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" The sun rises and the moon sets, the flowers wither and bloom. What we have is only a few decades. In this vast world, what I want most is a ray of morning light and endless hope. Every morning is worth cherishing, every sunrise is worth remembering, and every ray of light that shines into the soul is worth cherishing. Let us all be smiling and full of energy.
Frost and water marks are collected. Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling. He is passionate but loves his head. The festive season is a reward. But the Qingzun will be sacrificed to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad. "Nanxiangzi? Chongjiu Hanhui Tower Presented to Xu Junyou" Su Shi. In Su Shi's view, everything in the world is just a dream and becomes empty in a blink of an eye; honor, disgrace, gain and loss, wealth and poverty are all passing by; there is no need to worry about the turmoil of worldly affairs. If fate does not allow you to achieve anything, just drink and have fun for the rest of your life; if you have the opportunity to show your ambition, then work hard for it.
In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. When we look at each other, we climb high, and our hearts follow the wild geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Autumn Climbing Lanshan to Send Zhang Wu". In the clear autumn scenery of the mountains, when I climb high and look into the distance, I miss my friends, and my sadness seems to arise at dusk. Under the bright moonlight, a lonely figure by the riverside, waiting for the words of my close friend, I was once glorious. As the old saying goes, "In life, it is enough to have a confidant." In the long river of life, we will always meet a few people who are compatible with our souls!
The cold sun is rustling outside the window, and the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over. Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence. "Partridge Sky: Cold Sunshine on the Window" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty. I was in a bad mood, so I had to drink to distract myself. I drank too much and became drunk, and I couldn't help but fall asleep. Tea can relieve hangover; if you prefer bitter tea, it means you drink a lot of wine. However, the superficial optimism is actually combined with the sadness of the loss and displacement of the motherland, and the sadness and indignation are deeper. The various experiences and sufferings in life are like the cup of black tea that has just been brewed. This taste is like the five flavors of life, knowing whether it is warm or cold.
The autumn water in the pond is full of clear blue water, and ten acres of water chestnut flowers are clear in the evening mirror. The scenery is moving, the new bridge is full of grasshoppers, and the grass is spread on the bank to sleep. Toads cast their souls into the night when they fall into the lake, and mountains fall into autumn lotus and fall into the waves. Where is the most popular place for poetry and tourists? The misty rain and the sound of frogs at dusk. "Santang East Lake" by Wei Zhuang of the Tang Dynasty. In Wei Zhuang's works, the pond in autumn has its own beauty.
The lake full of ponds is green and clear, the water surface of the water chestnut is as clear as a mirror, the new bridge on the lake is like a rainbow, a toad moon sets in the lake at night like a sunken jade, and the reflection of the mountain peaks into the waves is like a new lotus. The sound of frogs singing in the mist and rain at dusk is full of emotion and emotion, which is endlessly memorable. Autumn ponds and croaking frogs have their own beauty. In fact, if you love them, life will be lovely everywhere.
The above pictures are from personal mobile phone shots, taken in Central Park and residential areas in New York.