Take a lonely boat and relive the long river of history. What attracts me most is still ...
When you look up, you will think of "a row of egrets in the sky"; Looking down, you will think, "Will there be frost already?" ; When you look at the river, you will think of "a river flowing eastward"; When the leaves wither, you will think, "I say autumn is better than spring."
The future voyage will not be smooth sailing. I have ancient poems. I will sit firmly in my boat and sail for my dream. "The wind knows the power of grass, and it will wither when it is cold." The grass is still strong, so naturally I shouldn't be timid. We should all. Ancient poetry, for you, endless words, endless feelings!
Poetry, I have an appointment with poetry.