Sad for the morning light, I feel the long diligence of life.
I sigh that time always passes so easily, and the dawn comes late, so how can people not deeply feel the hardships and diligence of life.
2. Xiaogu (Tianbao Fourteenth Year) Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
The sunrise is just right, and the morning light is bright.
When the sun comes out, the morning is bright, and the sunshine covers the twilight of the morning.
3. "Butterfly Lovers (the second rhyme is flowers)" Song: Ge
Watching flowers by candlelight is only for a short morning.
Look at the flowers with a candlestick just because the light at that moment is too short.
4. "Dawn of Qingpingle Painting Hall" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Snow falls in the painting hall in the morning. Looking at Kerry with a high shutter, the color is far from the court.
Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced. It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds.
No sooner had I slept in class in the morning than someone came to report the snow. The high-volume curtains look at the flying snow, and the white ones are far and near. The momentum is like furnace smoke, and flowers and plants are covered with jade defects. It's not like the fairy in the sky got drunk and crushed the white clouds at random.
5. "Sun Yingjiao Zhao Wangshi" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Meng Kang
The sun rises to dawn, and the jade threshold rises to dawn.
The golden sun rose to the sky and shed a faint light on the threshold.
6, "butterfly lovers Chen Drifting Night Talk" Song: Lu You
Chen Fei at night. Go to Qiu Guang, the dark Chang 'an Road. Suddenly, I remembered where I was lying on the horse. Eliminating vulgarity and cleaning health should remain unchanged. Jianghai canoe is now on the market. A roll of art, sighing no one pays. I believe I will never meet in my life. In those days, I regretted that the grass grew and the warbler flew, while yangfu grew.
In late autumn, I was sent back to Beijing from the front line, but along the way, I saw the yellow tung leaves rustling in the morning light, and I heard the cold birds moaning constantly at night. Faced with such a bleak autumn scenery, I feel depressed and gloomy at the thought that I can't be reused after returning to Beijing. Suddenly, I remembered the life of fighting in the front line, and the war between Sanguan and the coast of Wei Qing may still be like this.
Thinking of the bleak future, I suddenly had the idea of living in seclusion. Unfortunately, no one can entrust me with the strategy of resisting gold in the northern expedition, and I can't let it continue to make its due contribution to the great cause of restoration. If I had known that my patriotic ambition and operational strategy would never be understood and adopted by the emperor, why should I take pains to persuade the emperor?