? Sometimes I imagine what it was like in ancient times, but I can only get a glimpse of it from poetry.
? In ancient times, Wang Wei described that the desert was lonely and straight, and the long river set the yen so tragically; It's Li Qingzhao's curtain. Westerly people are thinner than yellow flowers. It is Li Yu's cutting, and it is a constant and chaotic memory of homesickness; It's still Li Bai's. Let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon! Is it S's wantonness, or is it that Mochow, who is comfortable, has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know your magnanimity, or is it Du Fu's bleak and vast mansion, which greatly protects the poor people in the world from worrying about the country and the people.
? In ancient times, teenagers rode horses in high spirits, girls were beautiful, shy and reserved, people who were proud of officialdom sang a song about wine, monarchs scolded Fang Qiu with pride, and literati were carefree. Three or five friends get together to raise their glasses and drink, as if everything were so beautiful.
? Our beautiful imagination of the unknown is all because we have never experienced the longing for the beautiful things. Once upon a time, we were in our prime, pointing out the mountains and inspiring words. There is also a dream of going to the world with a sword.
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