This river gives me the feeling that it is not as calm as a trickle, nor as surging as a raging sea. River, in my heart, is only suitable for praise in poetry!
"Beautiful Thoreau to drink, I song for you ..."
"The wind is roaring, the horse is barking, and the Yellow River is roaring ..."
Even musicians love this river so much, but I don't love it. I only love rivers in poetry.
The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand. Entrust the poet's infinite reverie and yearning. It's like coffee without sugar. Not everyone knows how to taste it. It is the poet's pursuit of indifference and secular yearning for beauty. ...
Life is like a big river, sometimes calm and sometimes crazy. The river in the poem also tells the poet's life and dreams.
The river in the poem, with layers of ripples, also evokes the poet's literary dream all his life. The waves are rough and the poet calls for peace.
I only love the river in the poem and write its indifferent life like a weak scholar. I only love the river in the poem, and there is no bustling water like today. It will not be played by anyone, but quietly, let the poet drive its vein with the pen tip and flow to the unknown heaven. ...
In the poem "Song of Waves" by the poet Du Fu, I can always appreciate the picture of "Ba Tong rowing, water chicken flying with fish". I put my soul at the center of those strange Chinese characters, dreaming in the center of the river of poetry and wandering aimlessly. It has a strong ink fragrance and quietly appears in my dream with a unique literary flavor. ...
A person's life is like a river, always on the road and can't stop. Many times, the soul needs to be moist, nourished by the water in its native land and hometown, and needs the promotion of poetry. Even if the river in the poem has no color, no projection, no applause and no flowers. It will also know to flow quietly without narcissism.
I always want to praise the beautiful river like a poet.
Whether the mountains and rivers in "Wen Tianxiang" are broken or not, there are ups and downs in life. It is Li Bai's wish to spend the Yellow River ice jam in Sichuan. It will snow in Taihang Mountain. Whether it is Li Shangyin's mica screen, the candle shadow is deep and the river is sinking. It is also the Guan Luo's dove in The Book of Songs "On the River". Just like the distant starlight, you can only stare. Even though many years have passed, we can still look at the ancients in words and let our thoughts fly like meteors, just separating them, my waiting wish and distant dream. ...
I don't have gorgeous words, and I don't know how to write a poem well, but I just want to simply praise the river, the river in that poem!
It is you. Take me to towards the distant.
It's you, drawing a beautiful arc.
It is you, the river in the poem.
Makes me confused. ...