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Sit still, read classics, open those slightly pale books, and faint ink smells. I like reading classics, feeling the poet's lofty sentiments and ambitions in Tang poetry, looking for thin red and bitter feelings in Song poetry, and savoring the charm of poetry in The Book of Songs. In the meantime, what impressed me the most was a poem by Su Shi, "From the hillside, the heights are too cold". This poem made me understand that what we see with our eyes is not the real world, and it also taught me to look at the world from another angle.
Peach blossoms bloom all over the mountain.
The wind is blowing slowly, spring is coming, flowers are blooming, and peach blossoms are fragrant all over the mountain. The world is always lamenting the enchanting and gorgeous peach blossoms, and always feeling the noble and resolute plum blossoms, but I think the plum blossoms in Leng Xue are not as beautiful as the 3,000 pale pink flowers. Some people have been laughing at it, but I love it quiet and warm, just to accompany the spring season. What is enchanting? How gorgeous is it? Pick up a peach blossom with rain, hold it in your hand, invite it into poetry, and the poem will dye the color of peach blossom. In spring, you always think that spring is fleeting and the years are fleeting, but I see the free and easy.
Dead leaves wither and forget the river.
After the end of summer, autumn comes, and the green leaves slowly turn yellow, wither and fall. The world is always lamenting the desolation and sadness of dead leaves and feeling the vitality of summer leaves, but I think the rich colors under the scorching sun are not as dull as the dark yellow everywhere. Someone abandoned it, the dust settled, and it was lonely, but I loved it and stayed in the world just to repay the tree. What is desolation? What kind of melancholy? Pick up a vicissitudes of life and dead leaves, bookmark them, invite them into the poem, and dress quietly and quietly. In late autumn, you always feel old and helpless, but I see a different charm.
Sunset without regret.
The sun is near the western hills, and there is a big drunken sunset in the sky. Everything is more beautiful against the setting sun. The world always laments that the sunset is good but near dusk, and always feels that the rising sun is full of hope, but I recall the faint light and heat in the morning, which is not as beautiful as the sunset. Some people think that its drunken glory disappears instantly, but I love its afterglow, just to set off the beauty of this day. How depressed is it? Disappointed? Look at the drunken sunset on the horizon, shine into your heart, invite into the poem, and the poem is full of joy. Sunset, you always say that time flies, I see the momentum of women.
Dreams in the waning moon
At night, it was just dark, stained with a deep canopy, and the waning moon was woven among the clouds. The world always laments the sweet time of the full moon, and always feels that the waning moon is dim and incomplete, but I think it is not as bright as the waning moon in the dark night. Some people hate it and feel sorry for themselves, but I love it and see through the glitz in the world just to accompany the heartbeat at night. Hide what? What kind of sadness? Look up at the quiet moonlight, engrave it in your mind, invite it into poetry and let it dream lightly. At night, you always feel lonely, sad and narcissistic, and I see a unique light.
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"Looking at the mountain side into a peak, the distance is different." Sometimes, people always see only one side of things. Actually, everything in the world is beautiful. We are in the middle, looking at flowers and trees from another angle and the world from another angle. Why don't we worry about not being as beautiful as ten miles?