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When the lights were on and the tea was fragrant, I picked up "300 Ancient Poems" and started another trip to the sea of poems. Unconsciously, I felt as if I were in the sunset, the rain and the singing of a merchant girl.
Sunset Jiashi
You are riding a scrawny horse and walking slowly on an ancient post road.
The sunset has hung on the top of the mountain, and a group of crows returning from dusk are noisy on an old tree with withered vines. A sad mood presses down on your heart.
Not far away, a small bridge stands alone in the water. The gurgling water flows straight into your heart, and the tears overflow and pour down. The smoke from several kitchens reminds you: when can I go back to my hometown? When can I see my wife and children? They still look forward to my coming home every day.
The autumn wind is bleak, the red sun has fallen on the mountainside, but your hometown and lover are out of reach. You frown and write, "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
You're Ma Zhiyuan. How much sadness and loneliness do you write in your poems? At the moment, I am immersed in your sadness.
Mountains, Rain and Poetry
You are sitting at your desk alone, opening letters from distant relatives and friends, and your eyes are on "missing you, waiting for you to come back." In a few words, tears are spinning in my eyes. When is the return date? You look up at the sky and sigh, and the only answer is the piercing rain.
Looking out, the rain is pouring down, the window lattice is flapping everywhere, and the pool is full of rain at night, just like the high sadness in your heart.
Looking at it, you have an illusion: when can I talk to you by candlelight? I will definitely tell you how much I miss you in that bleak evening!
You took out the envelope and wrote, "When you ask about the return date, it rains at dusk. When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the late rain. " Tears wet the thick paper. You are immortal Li Shangyin. At this moment, I shed tears in your thoughts and in this lonely and sad chapter.
Song, State and Poetry
The moonlight is hazy, the cold river is filled with smoke, and the clear moonlight shines on Baisha's house.
You are sitting on the boat with a sad face. Just because of the decline of the Tang Dynasty, those in power were fatuous, dissolute and infinitely sentimental.
When you come to Qinhuai River, you see it is very prosperous. The singer seems to know nothing about the hatred of national subjugation, but still sings the voice of national subjugation-"Flowers in the Garden of Yushu on the Other Side".
You are sad and angry, and you wrote, "A strong woman in business doesn't know how to die and hate her country, but also sings backyard flowers across the river." You are my hero.-Du Mu. You attacked those upper-class people who are addicted to wine and wine and indifferent to national affairs. At the moment, I admire your concern for the country and the people. I am annoyed by this stupid and failed official.
Cut a cup of chrysanthemum tea and savor it. The beauty of poetry blooms in my heart, and the feelings of poetry are dense in my heart, with lingering fragrance.