There are three hundred poems, and the paintings are leisurely.
There are three hundred poems, and the paintings are leisurely. Three hundred elegances, passed down for thousands of years. "Book of Songs", also known as "Three Hundred Poems". The first time I met her was by a pond full of water plants. The doves sing in harmony, and the waterlilies are mixed. She was wearing Luo Shang and smiled at me, as if she had a lot of charm. At that time, I only felt that the poem was as beautiful as a long painting. Little did I know that there were three hundred poems, each of which was drawn into the painting.
I unfolded this ancient scroll and saw the joys and sorrows of the people in the painting. Outside the city, Lord Wei saw off his second sister. The swallow spreads its wings, wants to move forward but then hesitates, flying up and down and lingering, unable to bear to leave. She burst into tears every step of the way, her pear blossoms touching the tenderness of Wei Jun's heart, and all the best childhood memories came flooding back. The swallows are wailing, the distance is blurry, the close relatives are separated, and I don’t know when we will see each other again. I sent him off one way after another, but in the end he was "too far to look at me, and weeping like rain". His clothes were wet with tears, and he watched the palace carriages rolling away in the distance. He repeated his second sister's instructions for a long time: "The thoughts of the late emperor are to please the widowed people! The colors of "Yan Yan" dimmed the whole picture, but there are also the colors of "Tao Yao" That large piece of pink brightens the world.
“The beauty of the peach is shining brightly. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. "In March of spring, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the mountains and plains are pure pink. The married woman comes in a sedan chair, and the peach blossoms shine brightly, reflecting her bright eyes and white teeth. The groom is full of anger, wearing bright clothes, and is high-spirited. He picks a peach blossom in front of the woman's bun. . The two looked at each other and smiled. The peach blossoms were raining, and the time was quiet. The people in the painting also had the same feelings in the painting. I wandered around and savored the elegance of the three hundred years. Is it declining? "The pain of military service" or the joy of living in peace "the wind and rain are miserable, the rooster crows and crows". It is the tacit tacit understanding of the mountain alliance and the eternal vow of "the life and death are broad, and I have said it to my son" or "the harp and harp are at my disposal, it is best to be quiet". "Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and those who steal Curcuma and Artemisia are ruthless. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. "Lovely praise the hard work of parents.
"Winter nights, summer days. After a hundred years of age, he returned to his room. "Even if my beloved wife passes away and goes to sleep, she will stay with me forever and never leave me. I linger in these three hundred elegances, as if I am immersed in the scene. I can hear the singing and crying of the ancients, and can see their joy, anger, sorrow and joy. , I feel their fiery heartbeats. From "Cai Cai Fong Cang" to "Jian Jia Cang Cang", from "Qing Qing Zi Jin" to "Rain and Snow", I have seen the vicissitudes of the past thousands of years. "There are trees in the south". "The Book of Songs".
Such a scroll has been left in the long history of Chinese traditional culture. After thousands of years of wind and frost, it still shines brightly. It has been buried for several years, and every word is breathtaking. High-rise buildings are rising one after another, when food, clothing, housing and transportation are changing with each passing day; when we are far away from war and live a safe life, and a mobile phone can communicate with all continents; when material fame and wealth fill our lives, when human relationships dominate our hearts, when Everything has changed, things have changed, and people have changed. Will anyone still remember how many times the graceful song of the fair lady touched the hearts of generations by the water pond?
The times are advancing, this is our success; the classics must be passed down, this is our mission. "Three Hundred Poems" by Youyou is a magnificent treasure of Chinese traditional culture and a business card of the pride of the Chinese nation. ! I would like to turn into a "flying swallow" and carry your words to the world; I would like to be a young peach blossom, blooming your long and lasting poetry; I would like to pass on your elegance to thousands of people for Jujiu Pass. There are three hundred poems, which are like paintings. I recite the Book of Songs for another autumn.
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