Friendship
There are close friends in the sea, as if we are neighbors even though we are far apart. --------Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai's "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling"
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love. ――――Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future, and no one in the world will know you.
——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dongda"
Bingyu's Modern Poetry Collection Ideal Sunshine
The ideal sunshine is as transparent as water and the body is fascinating
It begins with a book, a casual look
And a bizarre story with a hazy and unknown origin
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The snow melts and the birds fly in the sky The chirping will no longer be interrupted
The bright spring outside the mountains and forests is still a hint of youth
It responds to an inspiration from the human heart with its green flow
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Ideal sunlight is reflected by water and its body
Then the inverted perception and figure are connected like a story
Another A story continues to form one's own body and world
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Let the desert retreat and let the condensed clouds and unreasonable emotions drift away in the wind
Let the fearless elves of the earth play a holy and lasting movement
Let the lovesickness and enlightenment of deep destiny point straight ahead
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The ideal sunshine is hidden in The meaning of water is blue and deep
Its contemplation from far to near and from near to far is approaching step by step
The babble of reality and illusion is approaching, as well as being greedy for dreams and conscience
The migrations forgotten again and again by blank or ignorant eyes
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All those words of love must be brought about by ideals
< p>About life's perception of sunlight, the thoughts lurking in the soulJust like this spring, how should the ancient words come from?
To touch and read with the hand of the soul can make that In the wisps of emotions
The plain confusion passes through the illusion of the clouds and then suddenly becomes clear
1. The nostalgia of early spring
The nostalgia of early spring
Stirring up the dreamlike halo of the former residence
A flock of white doves flew through the clouds in March
Sprinkling the clear light all over the ground
The vegetation that sprouted in the hometown has already stretched out to In the distance
The noisy chirping of birds has disappeared
Look at the dots of lights
They are still flickering in the village at the foot of the mountain< /p>
How can a cup of spring tea contain colorful flowers?
The crisp singing voice always drifts in and out of sight
Open your curved wings in front of yourself Plot
The murmurs blurted out when the leaves are yellow
It is a reversal that needs no explanation
2. The wind of the passing years
The wind of the passing years< /p>
Outside the mountain
Being smashed by the sound of rain that followed
The jungle with smiling faces hidden everywhere
In the rain and fog Silence
The rain fell drop by drop
The excited lips opened from this
Collecting the affectionate eyes again and again
Every root penetrated The real land
Rain, you fleeting water
Time will always be your accomplice in perseverance
And after the rain, the sky will clear
Who can interpret your inherent connotation
3. The footsteps of night
The footsteps of night
Come in a hurry from the dim window
After a bone-shattering dizziness
An indifferent expression was born
On the warm tables and chairs
White paper and lights were spread out
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Walking in the corridor of the seasons
Some feelings deep in my heart
Gurgling out like spring water
I stayed in this spring scenery Beside the bed
Quiet night
Whose breath
will warm the lonely pillow
Whose hands
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Will touch the trembling heart
Whose dream
Will still wait silently in the repentance of the dark night
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< p>.Don’t say you are still a child
Stop being naughty
Don’t write everything on your face
Don’t The wolf is a hero
Don’t mistake stupidity for kindness
Don’t keep a child’s life forever
——Leave it in a dream
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Don’t say you are a grass
Don’t tremble
Don’t Say you can't grow into a big tree
Don't say the storm will destroy you
Don't say your fragile heart is slowly withering
Don't say spring is not
——I came because of you
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Don’t say you are a Cow
Don't be silent
Don't keep plowing
Don't keep walking the same road
Don't keep chewing what's already done< /p>
——The grass you swallowed
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Don’t say you are the earth< /p>
Stop being tolerant
Don’t let evil enter your body
Don’t let hatred turn into mountains
Don’t let tears flow into oceans
Don’t let the rotten germs
——let you rot too
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Don't say you are a lock
Don't open the grave
Don't lock tomorrow
Don't just stand still
Don’t let rust get you
——Lock yourself
...continue to check it yourself
Manjianghong
Southern Song Dynasty: Yue Fei
p>I was so angry that the rain stopped by the railing.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust,
Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait for your young man’s head to turn gray and feel so sad.
Jingkang’s shame has not yet been resolved;
When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated!
Driving a long car through the gap in Helan Mountain.
Zhuangzhi eats Hun meat when hungry, and laughs and talks about drinking Hun blood when thirsty.
Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.
The Road to Shu is Difficult
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Hey, how dangerous it is!
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
With silkworms and yufu, how confused was the founding of the country!
You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected. [2]
On the top there is the high mark of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan.
The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
How is the green mud coiling around the rocks?
Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed. He sat with his hands on his back and sighed.
When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw the mourning bird calling the ancient trees, and the male flying and the female flying around the forest.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night, worrying about the empty mountains.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty.
The sky is not full even when the peaks are gone, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is just like this. People who have traveled far away have come here for no reason.
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
The relatives who were guarded or kidnapped turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night.
Grind teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turned sideways and looked to the west and sighed.