Drain water and level the ground. Each one flows east, west, north and south.
Life has a life. Ann can sigh or worry.
Think wine is tolerant. A toast is hard to cut off the road.
If the heart is not wood and stone, there will be no feelings. Want to say or say, and want to do, no longer say anything.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival by Han Yu to Zhang, the second official.
The clear sky has opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze blows across the sky, and the bright moon shows its waves.
The sand is smooth, the water is still, there is no sound or shadow, just like I give you a glass of wine and ask you to sing.
But your song is so sad and your voice is so bitter that my tears turned into rain before I finished listening to it.
On the Dongting Lake, Jiuyi Mountain towering into the sky, dragons, crocodiles, ups and downs, apes, flying foxes, sobbing.
At the risk of death in nine cases out of ten, I arrived at my official post, where I lived alone and silently, as if I were hiding.
I left my bed, afraid of snakes; I eat, I'm afraid of poison, and the air in the lake is rancid, breathing its foul smell.
Yesterday, I played drums in front of the country, an emperor was crowned, and a realm changed.
The pardon runs 300 miles a day, and all the dying people get their sentences reduced.
Expulsions were promoted, exiles were recalled, corruption was abolished, and honest officials were appointed.
My superior sent my name, but the governor didn't listen, and Kan Ke had to move Man Jing.
My position is very low and useless. They may punish me with a whip in the street.
Most of my exiled companions are going home now. For me, this is a trip to heaven beyond climbing.
Stop your song, I beg you, listen to mine, a song completely different from yours:
Tonight is the loveliest moon in a year, and everything else is arranged by fate, which is beyond our control. However, if we refuse this glass of wine, can we choose more tomorrow? ?
Bai Juyi was drunk and presented to Ambassador Liu 28th.
You drank wine with me for me, drank wine with me, and we played chopsticks and sang songs together.
Although your poetry is first-class and can be called a national champion, it is doomed that you can't get it.
Dou Rong's eyes are decent, but you stay lonely for a long time. Full officials have their own satisfactory positions, but you are empty.
I also know that you should be very tired, but these 23 years have been too much loss.
Wang Changling's Long Songs
In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.
People in the same robe are old when they meet.
North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road.
There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.
The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years.
Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.
Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song.
The sad song of five watches
Again, worry about it.
Listening to the first watch, the drums are loud and my heart is agitated.
Looking back, how extravagant it was to hold a banquet.
Enter the mutton, pour the wine and sing loudly.
Now, in a lonely shop, I have to get drunk in the village.
I'm afraid that wine is light and sorrow is strong, so how can I sweep away my sorrow?
Second watch, desolation
Second, the exhibition turns to sadness, and the dream is difficult to round.
Before, I slept on gum and wore gorgeous silk clothes.
Now reeds are curtains, soil is pits, and cold air enters.
The walls in Leng Yue are cold, and the eaves are shallow and the night is sad.
The poor pillow was full of desolation and got up and walked around the room.
Midnight, autumn
In the middle of the night, drums are drumming and gongs are ringing at night.
I was shocked that my dream came true. It is infinite.
At the beginning, the situation was clear. Who was rude?
Jiuqing called the younger generation and the prime minister a private official.
Now the tide is gone, scattered like grass.
Four people watching, hopeless.
On the podium, drums are beating all around, and the stars are flowing.
Think about it, that day, the python jade in the sky
Now I don't want to be a dragon building, bid farewell to Fengge, and feel lonely.
In the crow's hair shop, the moon shadows the grass bridge smoke.
It's a long way. You can watch it once.
Even, desolate
Bustling, people wake up, and the weather is even worse.
It's winter, the wind is very cold, and the frost is blowing on the clothes.
Who is more diligent, diligent and warm to each other.
With the cold moon shadow, Ma Si hissed.
It looks so bleak, it is better to die!
There is no destiny that can't be overcome by contempt. -albert camus's The Myth of Sisyphus
Claude, you are a spider! Claude, you're that fly, too! You fly to science, to light, to the sun. You just want to go to the free air and the infinite glory of eternal truth. However, when you approached the bright window leading to another world, to the bright world and to the world of wisdom and science, you were a blind fly and a stupid scholar, but you didn't expect that fate had hung a thin spider web between you and the light, and you threw yourself in, poor thing. -The Vice Bishop of Notre Dame de Paris, Flo (also translated as Claude), engraved the word "destiny" in the shadow of the church.
The tragic fate of Oedipus and Sisyphus is worth reading.
If someone wants to say that fate is in their own hands, then "others think so" is ridiculous and pathetic. Your destiny is intertwined with others because you and others are the same world, but you are only one person. How many others are there? Your strength may not be so good in front of powerful people. Fate is just something you can't control. Maybe it comes from the strength of others. However, personally, it is not shameful to lose to fate, but to someone who has connections in Chichiwa.
Infinite distance, countless people, all related to me. -Mr. Lu Xun So you can't organize yourself as calmly as you think, because there are too many people related to you. Are even with you. In life, you can't dominate one side, which produces a wonderful sense of helplessness. I believe this is fate.