There is such a poem, like a song, which sings from the heart.
I know there is such a poem, which comes from the loneliness of Nanshan. He leisurely picked chrysanthemums under the fence, or drank wine under the willow, and looked up inadvertently. This mountain always comes into view in a leisurely manner. I want to tap Taojiamen, listen to his feelings of returning home with a hoe, and see how he grows clusters of immortal poems in his clothes. Of course, there are exquisite peach blossoms. Leaning down, he picked up not only a handful of chrysanthemums, but also a quiet heart. It's not just Nanshan who visits quietly, but also the pleasure of seclusion and enjoying nature. Of course, there is also a stringed piano, which is naturally your inner escape song.
There is such a feeling, like a song, sung from the heart.
I know there is such a feeling that it comes from saving the West Lake. "The landscape is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time." He once stood in front of the red cliff where the waves beat on the shore and lamented the romantic figures of the Three Kingdoms. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." He once looked up at the Mid-Autumn Moon and comforted the hearts of countless wanderers. "Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes", he used to be bold and open-minded, and he was born early. However, after being demoted to Hangzhou, the poet and politician transformed himself into an out-and-out "urban builder" and an outstanding "water conservancy engineer". No more book clubs, no more poetry writing. I saved a West Lake and a Hangzhou seriously, and what I did was by no means inferior to the hero of that year. The struggle in the mud pond has created a beautiful Hangzhou. This song of urban construction, originated from your heart, but resounded through the ages.
There is such a purity, like a song, singing from the heart.
I know that there is a kind of purity that comes from acquired personality. Let a moon as bright as jade lovingly pass through the pine forest, and let the little moonlight leaked from the pine forest shine on the soft fallen leaves or the ancient bluestone board. As a result, the shiny little pearl began to flow.
The turning stream also flowed gently, and the soft white silk floated down from the air and landed on the neck of the ancient tree. At this time, I heard the poetic pure pine and Ming Che's pure Haruka. That must be your heart singing.
Dongli Picking Chrysanthemums is a poetic song, sung from the bottom of Tao Qian's heart; "Save Hangzhou" is a magnificent song, sung from Su Shi's heart; "Bright Moon and Clear Spring" is a pure song sung by Wang Wei from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, I am also singing a song of praise, just from the heart.
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