Xu Zhimo
—— Gently, I left, just as I came gently, I waved gently. Farewell to the clouds in the western sky...
The setting sun, afterglow, a waning sun, a lonely back, stepping on Qing Ruo on the rippling river bank, leaving a series of footprints that cannot be found.
The poem like gentle flowing water pulled my heart here, and I saw a lonely back. Here are your memories, your thoughts, and the love that slowly sets with the sunset and never rises again——
Xu Zhimo, a young and great poet, is like a star in the literary world. The bright shooting star flashed away. This is the evaluation of you by outsiders, which explains the meaning of your short life. However, today, facing your back, there are so many things I want to say to you...
Your poems are picturesque and deeply imprinted in everyone's heart; your poems are like songs. , each note strikes everyone's heart. They are beautiful, recited and remembered. However, the light mood revealed between the lines is the passion you long to pursue.
Reading your poems is like listening to a beautiful voice, guessing its author after the poem, and feeling your strength and open-mindedness, your talent and excitement, as well as your loneliness and sadness.
The song "Farewell Cambridge" is my favorite. When you wave your sleeves, you won't take away a single cloud, but you will leave behind a piece of sadness. In the waving sleeves, I seem to see your helpless longing, which I can't hide...
Appreciating your poems, feeling your stories, feeling happy with your happiness, feeling sad Your sadness chases your nature of daring to love and hate, and releases the hope of traveling with you.
There are so many things I want to tell you. You have your shortcomings, such as willfulness and stubbornness. And these have ended with your short life. More people will remember the beauty you left behind, immerse themselves in the sunset of the Cam River you created, and taste your mood on this land.
The sunset was sad and beautiful when I said goodbye. Looking at your lonely back, I didn’t say a word, but it seemed that your thoughts were staying in my mind.
Tao Yuanming
Wave your sleeves at you and listen to your world.
Tao Qian, perhaps your reputation in this life is your lifelong remembrance and your lifelong destiny: you are buried in the rolling dust of the world and sneak into the spiritual home of self-pleasure. Your beauty cannot be found in the world, but the nine springs cannot cover up your soul. Thousands of years later, you appeared in front of me. You, Tao Yuanming, the old man picking chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, seemed to have unintentionally taken away a petal of chrysanthemum fragrance from my heart.
The first time I met you was in your home, the little residence of the Five Willow Queens in the Peach Blossom Spring. Your home is in a quiet land uncontested by the rest of the world, amidst the constant traffic of chickens and dogs. I marvel at how you found this pure land. The mountains are beautiful and the water is beautiful. Everyone is peaceful and their hearts are peaceful. You happily hold the scroll in your right hand and the pot in your left hand, walking back and forth among the mountains, rivers and fields, your slightly drunk body moving, reflected in the ponds of bamboo, rice and wheat. What's in the pot is the wine that forgets your worries and wakes you up, allowing you to understand the past and understand what's coming? In your hand is that wonderful scroll that no one has understood for thousands of years, but you can understand the happiness in it without asking for a deeper understanding? There is no you, Tao Yuanming, in this world, but you are still between heaven and earth, in that peach blossom garden.
You recall the scene of returning home, with joy and relief written on your face. On the deserted mountain path, there are still some pine and chrysanthemums that are usually reluctant to go with the flow. Servants and boys greeted each other, and behind them, there was your unfinished child leaning against the door. Of course, there is also good and heart-warming wine waiting in the glass. You said firmly: "Yin, I didn't make the wrong choice."
Yes, how many people have tried to make such a choice, how many have walked out, and how many have left and never come back? If the heart is not calm enough, even Zhuge Kongming, who is indifferent and clear-minded, cannot hold on to that three-acre pure land. But you are the only one who broke away from the secular world for that pot and roll, and "closed" yourself, in fact, you created an infinitely magnificent new world for yourself. Hidden, so that you can guard your heart and not move. The world is full of turmoil, but temptation is inevitable. When you came out of the mountains unintentionally, you must not have thought too much about the day when the bird gets tired of flying and knows it will return. But this day comes very quickly, and it also makes you realize and let go faster. To this day, I still look up to your myth of letting go, and firmly believe in the existence of an untainted mind that tolerates all things. And your articles, which have lost their edge and are filled with the fragrance of fallen flowers in the peach blossom garden and the smell of yellow flowers blooming in the east, together shape the pot rolled in my hand, calm in my chest, covered in dust and dust. You look very good in front of me - Tao Yuanming. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, looking up at Nanshan Mountain.
Nanshan is not visible, but it is full of fragrance.
The clouds of intention are always there, but the tired birds are unable to follow.
The pen reveals the wild sentences, and the god is drunk and the pot is empty.
Overlord of Western Chu
You have lofty aspirations. When Qin Shihuang’s honor guard team showed off in front of you, you issued the heroic words of "I will replace you"; you drank all the Fengxue, pass down the romantic love between you and Yu Ji.
Why fear thousands of troops? Why fear thousands of horses? You, armed with a halberd, are invincible. What does Liu Bang, a scoundrel, have to say about you?
A dignified seven-foot man, you are crazy, you are crazy!
Even if Liu Bang recruits talents and welcomes Zhang Liang, why should you be afraid?
Even if Xiang Zhuang failed in the sword dance, this was never the failure of your life!
Xiao He pursued Han Xin. History books say that this is like chasing your failure. It seemed like a foregone conclusion that we should be surrounded. But you are like a stubborn reed grass by the river, never lowering your high head. Even if it is trampled on, it will find new fertile soil from the mud!
Until the beauty is haggard, there is the beautiful picture of Farewell My Concubine; until the enemy is besieged on all sides, there is the magnificent poem of you digging yourself in the Wujiang River!
Before committing suicide, you led a small group of soldiers to the Wujiang River. The open fields, thin horses, and the setting sun! In the distance, there is a small boat.
The boatman bows down and your soldiers bow down: Overlord crosses the river! You hold your halberd and say nothing. At the end, you look at the setting sun and just ask the boat to lead your horse across the river. Zhouzi had tears on his forehead, and the soldiers stood up and lined up.
Can a copper wall composed of more than 20 people really withstand thousands of troops? The boatman rowed to Jiangdong, but left his horse behind. The horses are chirping, the autumn wind is bleak, and the setting sun is like blood!
You give the order and the soldiers charge. One, two... The soldiers fell strong, but you still fought until the sky was dyed blood red. But you were unscathed. How could these children hurt you at all? But you lost your halberd. Draw your sword. Plowing by the Wujiang River. Wherever you looked, they were Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, Han Xin, and Xiao He!
But I don’t understand, Overlord of Western Chu, why you, so strong and ambitious, gave up the opportunity to cross the Wujiang River to regroup, rather than return to your own country. You are so eager to win. How could an eagle break its wings voluntarily?
You are still arrogant, you are still crazy: there is a stubborn reed in everyone's heart. Because of my arrogance, the Wujiang brothers lost their lives, and Yu Jiyu lost her beauty... How can I face the Jiangdong elders? My naked reed grass is proud, it wins and loses. It is a pity that Liu Bang's reputation as a child was achieved. Only by not being embarrassed can I preserve my reputation as an overlord.
In the cold wind, the reeds sway stubbornly. I took off the time and space teleporter in despair.
Ah, the reed in the heart! Are you just arrogant? I think there is another thing called faith! Or... Is this the answer I want, Overlord?
I plugged in my earphones and let the cold wind howl: The wolf-mooned moon/The beauty is haggard/I raise a glass/Drink up the wind and snow/Who overturned the cabinet of the past life/Cause the dust and trouble? … …