Poetry, like a bird, sings softly on the tree of years;
Poetry, like a star, stands out in the ancient sky.
Reading poetry always brings me inexplicable feelings. It is like white flowers on a blue vine, bright and moving.
Early in the morning, accompanied by a few crimson clouds. I am reading Li Bai's poems in the yard. He said: "It is difficult to get through the Shu Road and get to the sky." I thought of the tunnel built in the steep valley. China's ancient ancestors were so brave and imaginative. They are not afraid of difficulties and obstacles and have created countless miracles with their own hands. He also said, "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking and high-ranking people whose sincere faces will never be seen!" " What a bold expression. It is not easy to do things in the sinister officialdom. What is commendable is that he still has a sense of righteousness! Integrity is a kind of character, just like pine trees on the cliff and wintersweet in winter, which shows lofty character in the snow. "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea". I am moved; I was moved by his homesickness of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home"; I was also moved by his friendship that "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun". These words let me see the light and friendship in the world, and I understand the warmth and desolation of missing.
In the afternoon after the shower, I sniffed the fragrance of the earth, leaned against the window and enjoyed the life in the poem. "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen." Beyond the Great Wall, there will always be the eternal yellow sand Gobi. Those soldiers have to endure the raging battle of sandstorms. I admire them and praise them. It's hard to imagine how Deng Jiaxian stayed in obscurity for decades on the Gobi Desert where the sand is like snow and the moon is like a hook. "But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain." Magnificent. China people's pride can't be extinguished, and the international situation is not necessarily bright now, and local conflicts are constant. Our Chinese nation is a nation that cannot be ignored. We must not compromise easily in the face of provocation. We should stand up bravely like the ancients and defend the dignity of the people and the country of China!
In the buffered sunset, I smelled a few birdsongs and swam in that shadowy little room. I saw the homesick woman who stared at her eyes all day, and I was sad: "Flowers are from Shui Piao to water, and there are two kinds of worries about one kind of acacia." Is she too lonely? She just frowned, but she was worried. Who knows? Who will share those many overwhelming worries? My heart, can not help but be shrouded in a layer of haze. I guess: How many times will Yi 'an sit alone in the lonely courtyard, how many times will he see the ruthlessness of the west wind shutter door, and how many times will he be lost alone in the sadness that people are thinner than yellow flowers? "Looking and searching, cold and lonely, sad and sad", reading this, I want to brush away the dust in my heart for her, I want to pour three cups and two light wines for her and get drunk with her.
Poetry, is it a flying snowflake? Just one tablet is enough to make people calm. When you are alone, make yourself a cup of fragrant tea and feel the soul of poetry in smart ink.