The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. It is a natural aesthetic.
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. It is a kind of life aesthetics.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. It is a kind of historical aesthetics.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. It is an emotional aesthetics.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. It is a kind of world aesthetics.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. This is a kind of philosophical aesthetics.
Zhuangzi said, everyone knows it's useful, but they don't know it's useless.
In the era of advocating the uselessness of poetry, who is still listening to the spring rain in the small building and staying up all night, saying that we met? We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ? Who can take off his sword and knees and go home rain or shine?
Fortunately, there are always some people, even in the noisy city, who never forget to recite the MOS rail in the north and the apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. No matter how busy you are, don't forget to steal a long time and play a joke on the past and the present from a pot of wine among the flowers. The aesthetics of poetry can not save lives, but can purify them. It is an eternal green plant in the spiritual desert.
In the world of mortals, the spring breeze is green as long as it is bookish, and Jiang Nanan, the sky, the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars all seem to have aura.
In black and white, there is an unspeakable beauty.
Life is always like this. I will walk until the river blocks my way, but I seldom sit and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? Fortunately, in addition to the poetry of daily necessities, there is always the voice of poetry, which makes people fascinated.
Text: downward direction