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The gentle and charming landscapes and charming scenery in the south of the Yangtze River gave birth to a generation of poets-Liu Yong, who is delicate and affectionate, charming and uninhibited. We have to admire the beauty of Zhong Ling's heaven and earth, and we have to thank the creator for his wonderful work, which makes us lucky to have such a "talented poet, born in white" (He).
Approaching Liu Yong, we can feel a delicate and affectionate heart beating gently. This heart has long been inextricably linked with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the graceful willows and the amorous feelings of girls, which makes him so concerned. However, due to the ups and downs of the poet's career, his sensitive and delicate heart often feels melancholy, and everything in the south of the Yangtze River is so sad and tearful in his eyes: "cold and sad" (rain sounds), "old and tired" (resentment is near) and "rain hates cloud sorrow" (flexion). In addition, I have to endure "sentimental separation since ancient times" (Yu Linling), "Don't come again for thousands of miles" (driving), and I have to endure the helpless torture of "empty sympathy, no sympathy" (Brahman's decree) and "bearing you a thousand tears all my life" (the memory of the imperial capital). In Liu Yong's mind, it is difficult to get rid of people, things and people. Sri Lanka, the hometown where he was born and raised in Sri Lanka, always affects his feelings: "Looking at his hometown, I feel that I have returned to my heart and have wings."
See Liu Yong in autumn.
"Southeast shape wins, three or five cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Willow bridge, wind curtain green curtain, hundreds of thousands of people staggered ... "
When Qian Fan came back, the sun was setting. The gorgeous clouds on the horizon reflect the ships returning from Qian Qian on the river, which makes people feel desolate. On the shore, the yellow leaves were blown off by the wind and landed leisurely in the air. The sky is getting dark, and the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on this dilapidated little building by the river. Upstairs, a woman in a plain dress and a short green skirt was disturbed by Lv Yun. Singing Xia Yun, the autumn wind lifted her long hair, and she didn't notice. Fall into infinite thoughts in meditation. Who is she? She is-Qiu.
Many years ago, Qiu met him in Bianjing. Young people's spirit is frustrated, in exchange for their persistence in Redjade every day, killing time between goulan tiles and living a life of drunkenness. So Qiu approached him and staged a very old story.
With the company of autumn, tea adds fragrance. He quickly got off the bottom of the list. The inspiration for creation is endless. A song "Looking at the Tide of the Sea" is a calm weather, which describes that people are scattered at the end of the song and the Jiangnan area is extremely prosperous. Since then, fame has risen, and flowers have applauded. For a time, "Where there is a well water to drink, Liu Ci can sing." But he turned a blind eye, because all he had in mind was autumn.
Happy days are always beautiful and short. Autumn can't be with him as an ordinary woman, which is the eternal misfortune of autumn. So we split up.
At the beginning of the shower, there were vast expanses of smoke waves on the river surface of the ferry, and lovers clasped hands and their faces were full of disappointment. At this moment, tears have already burst. The boatman kept urging Qiu to leave.
He almost frantically ran up to the small building, sobbing and singing in the fading autumn: "It's too late for the pavilion. When we first took a shower, everyone drank without emotion. Wandering land, Lanzhou urges hair. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. I am thinking about going to smoke for thousands of miles, and the sky is heavy. " On the other side is the cry of autumn. ...
Acacia is useless, just don't. If the date is set, how about suffering? I didn't realize that the road was charming and the future was bright.
He doesn't know, and neither does Qiu. This farewell turned out to be a farewell, and I revisited my old place in autumn after many years. By this time, things have changed. With infinite sadness, Qiu boarded the small building. Everything seems like a lifetime ago, and autumn scenery remains the same, but she doesn't see her old friend. Autumn climbs silently, and the building groans. Opened a long-forgotten past.
Upstairs, the railing is as smooth as a mirror in several places, and a word can be clearly seen on the wall behind the railing. When I saw that word, Qiu was shocked all over. Qiu bit her lower lip tightly and read the word "butterflies love flowers" in a trembling voice. "... the belt is getting wider and wider, and she doesn't regret it, pining for the disappeared people. "At the end of the reading, trembling turned into sobs. Looking at his dripping pen, his breath is clearly in the air. No tears, heartbroken patient review.
"A gifted scholar and poet dressed in white." Autumn seemed to see that talented person again, and she smiled. "Li Sao was lonely for thousands of years, and Qi ended in desolation." An inch of acacia, an inch of pain. Autumn frowned, repeated, laughing and crying, which made people feel infinite pity.
Under the dim light of night, the weak body leans against the wall with the inscription, leaving the autumn wind raging and autumn ignoring it. She closed her eyes slightly and didn't want to wake up. She just wanted to sleep with him in the dream, so she silently chanted to the west: "There are laurel trees in Sanqiu and ten miles of lotus flowers. Tube is clear, LingGe singing all night, frolicking fishing, practicing Eva ... "