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It's the season of blooming flowers again, and the eyes are pink and green. People rush to the suburbs, or smell the flowers under the flower trees, or sit on the floor in the shade. One afternoon at the end of March, I sat at a table with shutters and opened the book of songs at hand. Those beautiful sentences reflected a scene of flowers in front of my eyes.
"Picking the ears and curling your hair will not make a profit", "Peach flies away, burning its splendor", "There are trees in the south, so you can't stop thinking", "Swap papaya for me", "Green flowers haunt your heart" and "There are beautiful people, and you are young and graceful". After reading this sentence, bright flowers opened in my heart, beautiful and elegant. Meet the most beautiful book of songs and appreciate the simplicity of beauty to the extreme.
Confucius said: There are 300 Poems. In a word, it is "naive." In this way, the bottom of my heart is clean, and the world becomes gentle and affectionate in naive words. For us, The Book of Songs may be too long to read without notes. In fact, it is not as far away and out of reach as imagined. For thousands of years, it is like a flower blooming on the other side, even if it can't be picked, it has always lived in my heart. It is often inadvertently forgotten by us in another era. When we look for it with the elegance of poetry, examine it with the profundity of classics, and listen with the piety of pilgrimage, it may be the past life of the past life, the voice we once remembered, the song we sang together, and the pure memory of our past life.
If we say that in ordinary days, everyone will be infected by endless troubles, then in the Book of Songs, we all become smiling people under the flower tree. Listen to the murmur of water by the water, watch reeds swaying in the wind and walk on the road of flowers. Shake off all the dust, dive into the beauty of ancient poetry, raise your hand and cast your feet, and you will be more elegant.
I don't want to say how beautiful this afternoon is, but I really feel the flowers in the suburbs, the dew in the morning, the softness of the grass, and the beautiful love in a book. The earliest poem The Book of Songs was sung by ancient people. In the field, in the cottage, in the mountain stream, in the afterglow of the sunset, what a wonderful time it was, which condensed the Millennium Book of Songs.
I am always easily moved by small things, such as innocent smiles of children, flowers in spring, and people with clean hearts. Even the Book of Songs at hand exudes the fragrance of history. When I first started reading the Book of Songs, I didn't know what kind of plant the curly ear was. It's like an ignorant little girl breaking into a garden full of flowers, this love, that love. I can't wait to pick up all those beautiful sentences and use them on myself. Until then, I walked repeatedly in the Book of Songs, and gradually realized that owning the whole spring is more profound than owning a flower.
Uninterrupted, uninterrupted, intoxicated in the treasure house of traditional culture, cultivate a clear and peaceful body and look down on the world of mortals. Flowers bloom and fall naturally, and love and hate cycle. "Life and death are rich, you can talk with your son, hold your hand, and grow old with your son." The beautiful love in The Book of Songs finally became a success.