Why do you like Jin Yong's immortal masterpieces? I don't know, maybe it's the stagnation of the unattainable feelings of chivalrous complex in the secular world. Why did you choose his words as the first article? The reason is that I like not only his martial arts novels, but also the domineering and masculinity shown in these words-all of which are unrepeatable beauty in life. What is particularly amazing is that in these elegant and gorgeous words, the story of the novel and the free and easy heroic spirit internalized in the characters are vividly rendered. Think about the sentence "although thousands of people have gone", the heroic and helpless that I would rather know than do; Think again about the philosophical thoughts and feelings of "Wang Ba's ambition, blood feud, and return to dust"; Finally, think about this sentence: "I can't solve it, I am greedy, but when do I stop being infatuated?" Life is beautiful, why dwell on things that are not necessary for life? I know some feelings can't be expressed in words, and the taste of language, like the feeling of life, is sometimes inexplicable. Perhaps the lines he sent to Wei Xiaobao in Duke of Lushan can slightly express his feelings at this moment: My admiration for you is like a raging river, endless and out of control. The following article is from the title of "Tianlong Babu". Mr. Cha still has many extraordinary poems. Listen to me slowly in the future. The blue shirt of the youth brigade is in danger, and the jade moon is bright. The horse is fragrant and quiet, far from the cliff, and it is born in small steps.
Whose children are there, there is no intention of regret and intimacy. Roaring tigers and singing dragons, changing nests for couples, firm but gentle smoke.
Being childless is like a dream, with eyes like stars. Stuffed with cattle and sheep, empty promises, old alliances by candles, walking in the snow in the wilderness.
Kill a bear and fight a tiger with his bare hands, and Brother Jin will fight the soldiers. Plants and trees left cast iron skulls, and insects froze their cold palms, making ice and binding Hao Ying.
Su Muzhe has always been crazy and has been drunk ever since. Listen to the fragrance at the waterside pavilion and order a group play. Dramatically drank 1000 glasses of men. Shang Lue Xinglinping Commercial Bank.
Yesterday, today. The revenge of Hu Han will shed heroic tears. Although thousands of people have already left. Standing quietly in the wild goose gate, there is no words on the cliff.
Dong's success or failure is decided by people. And carefree, nobody cares. In the darkness, the stars are shifting, the wind is suddenly tight, and the clouds are chaotic.
Beauty is old, youth is instantaneous, and dreams are really unreal. Smile, everything is empty in the end, confused and intoxicated, long-term and short-term. I can't solve it. The name reins are greedy, but I asked, when can I break my infatuation?
The waterspout swallowed Yunfei eighteen times, surging like a tiger. The old magic clown is a blow, but not a winning force. Wang Ba's ambition and blood feud are all attributed to the dust. I miss my thoughts and seek beauty as soon as possible. My good fortune lies at the bottom of a dry well and in the dark mud.
I'll ask you three words after drinking, for whom to open camellia all the way. The prince and grandson are down and out, how can they be committed to life and death? I am glorious, floating clouds are born and die, what is this body afraid of? Teach Khan to break and chop, six armies to change, and anger the hero!