Sitting in front of a sunny mahogany table with an antique Selected Poems by China in my hand, my heart will stir. The sunshine outside the window shines harmoniously on the essence of this poem, which makes people unable to hide their joy.
So, I came to another world: a world of poetry.
By the Guluo River, Qu Yuan smiled with tears: "I am alone in the turbid water in the world, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone." In an instant, a "plop" became the last sound left by the poetic soul to the world.
On the turbulent Wujiang River, Xiang died heroically: "If you pull up the mountain and make the world angry, you can't lose your cone." What can be done if the cone is immortal? "Then he took off his sword and choked to death, leaving only the overlord's last breath.
On the desolate Yuan Ye, Cao Cao rode on horseback and looked at this barren land, emitting a sad feeling: "Bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no crows in a thousand miles. There are hundreds of people left behind, and their thoughts are broken. "
In the shouting market, Li Bai drank wine and wrote brilliant poems. Du Fu lamented: "Li Bai has a hundred poems about drinking, but he sleeps in the restaurant on Chang 'an Avenue. The son of heaven can't come to the court, claiming to be Brewmaster. "
Bai Juyi chatted with his friends about history in the picturesque garden and cooked wine with his childhood friends. When talking about Yang Guifei, Bai Juyi is full of poetry: "I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and I would like to live on the same ground, with two branches on one tree ... the earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will continue forever! "
Li Houzhu's pain sent out the feeling that "people grew up in the East and hated water growing in the East". Li Shangyin traveled around the world and lamented that "to see the sun, for all his glory was buried in the coming night!" Xin Qiji was full of ambition all his life, and wrote down his signature wish of "looking at the sword and dreaming of blowing the horn when drunk". ……
The dreamland became hazy and could not be seen clearly. With the sound of closing books, the dream was broken. I opened the window to visit, and it was near dusk.
My heart was greatly shocked: What is the magic of poetry-so that I can't feel people's hunger and thirst for so long?
It's already night, and I look at the ceiling and think silently. Finally, my heart suddenly enlightened, suddenly realized: this is because of the beauty of poetry!
Because of the beauty of poetry, my soul has been thinking constantly; Because of the beauty of poetry, I have a steady stream of philosophy in my mind; Because of the beauty of poetry, I have gained a broad vision and thought about life.