The wind swept through the poet's aimless life. So, it brushed away Li Bai's thick drunken hair, slipped into Du Fu's patched skirt, and walked past some dilapidated carved fences in front of the backyard. When Perilla saw you, she must be full of greetings, smiling at the sky, and then singing "A little respect, a thousand miles away." Jia Dao made a vision in the air, lamenting that Jidi said, "Autumn wind gives birth to Weishui, and leaves are full of Chang 'an". The wind was forced to give this feeling. But Feng only thinks of himself as a passer-by, silently wandering in this sentimental world.
Tears asked the flowers for silence, and the literati spent the night and missed a dream of spring. Only in dreams can flowers not fade, and it is difficult for people to leave. "This year's flowers are better than last year's, but unfortunately next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? " Flowers bloom too fast and wither faster. The hurried pace left my thoughts behind. It suddenly rained in Han Xiao. After a burst of helplessness, only green manure was left. Those fragrant and painful petals all died in the dirty soil. Although they are deprived of bright colors, they are fortunate to have a fragrant soil. Flowers, like poems, are beautiful things Good things seem destined to suffer more. Over the years, the poet has been swaying in the wind and rain like a flower, and the final destination is only a pile of loess.
A snow covered everything. The world is wrapped in silver. The plain is covered with plain robes, where there is news of spring. Pick a crystal plum blossom, look at all kinds of trees, and pear blossoms are everywhere. On the snow, the literati swallowed mountains and rivers, and they were heroic and dispelled the chill. The snow has also become gentle, and the catkins all over the sky dance in a harmonious rhythm. "Three thousand silver is the same color, and the terrace on the twelfth floor is made of jade." The snow Ji clouds are gone, and the sun shines warmly on Yuan Ye. The poet smiled and dispersed. They chanted snow this time and invited the snow in the afterlife.
Night, because of the moon, more lonely. Moon Cave hangs high in the sky, reflecting thousands of cold and cheerless rays of light. This light makes the night a little depressing. Moonlight is a clear water, which is poured in the eyes and in the heart. The moon is a mirror that reflects sadness. In the dead of night, look up at Tian Yue and look in the mirror. You can see me in the mirror, and I will look at you in the mirror. A bosom friend is rare in life. When bosom friends are scattered in two places, sadness and pain will fill your eyes. "There should be no hate, why should we be round when we leave?" Round is also a sin. What kind of sadness and helplessness this is! Leng Yue was silent and made no excuses.
The wind blows flowers and the snow is silent. The same night, * * * a month, a thousand feelings.
Xin Mao was born in Yueyang in winter.