I once opened my heart and ran by the green trees; I used to cry under the bamboo forest. I saw Li Yu's heart again today. I opened the poems carefully and read the history books carefully. Li Yu is "a gifted scholar is really peerless, poor and unfortunate." In the jade carving column, he and Zhou Xiao drank wine and wrote poems, which was quite peachy. Today, however, he is locked in a deep building, sighing only that "the lonely house of Wutong locks up the clear autumn" and always "asking how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward". He is dead, and autumn is still clear. I only regret. Why doesn't he try to give up his wealth and become a poet in a bamboo forest in the countryside?
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
The cypress trees are lush and dense. I flew to the treetops and smelled the hero in the fresh air. He is Wolong, who lives among the mountains and is also very lofty. But then he left and went to the battlefield. He strategized and won thousands of miles away. He was very happy because he helped his friend and the person who sincerely invited him out of the mountain. During the war, he felt that he had lived a full life, and finally left a good reputation of "getting a real start and getting along for a hundred years". The correct position and adherence to it make him feel happy in the sun.
Today I am buried in laughter, and tomorrow I know who it is.
Face to face is the wind, and the wind is deeply inserted into the heart like a sword, which is very sad. Daiyu sat alone in a small pavilion with tears in her eyes. What is she looking at? Looking at the mountains, clouds and mother. This is a strange place, full of strangers, and she has been lost for several years. Yes, she chose to bury flowers, worrying about the soil every day, and reading "Flower Funeral Words" while crying. In the end, she just died, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was still there. The deviation of position, here, there are large pieces of ice falling, how can those tender shoulders hold up? Tears welled up, but sadness was the embodiment of sadness.
Taking people as a mirror, we can know that the dark clouds are overwhelming the city, and we finally defeated the "hero" of the separatist regime. He knows people are good at their duties, has a heart for the sea and is resourceful. Today's "Zhenguan Rule" shows his achievements. However, in the hall, there is Wei Zhi's advice, like a sword, pointing directly at people's hearts; Advice is like the wind, biting cold and pain. However, he just smiled, ambitious, tolerant and focused. He is thirsty for talent, and he can always give full play to the wisdom of others. When Wei Zhi died, he said: "Take copper as a mirror, you can dress up;" Looking at the past as a mirror, we can see the rise and fall; Take people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses. "It's fun to find the right position and give full play to the potential of the position.
Are you happy? Sad?
The evening breeze is intoxicating. I put down my book and looked at the world in front of me. There are mountains, water, flowers, birds and springs ... so tempting. I can only feel heartfelt joy in this position. Someone said well, "Happiness is a day, sadness is a day, so why not be happy for a day?" I am no longer confused, I want to interpret the most beautiful story of life in my post, so that there is always happiness in suffering.
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