In the poems of the stars and the moon, I am a grass and a green leaf, and I am a member of the poems of the stars and the moon.
Xingyue poetry is a hot land, and I am a grass.
In the most beautiful season, a ray of warm sunshine shines into my heart window, and a ray of spring wind blows gently, and I am slowly blown into the moon and stars. Spring is blooming, and I find that the poems of the stars and the moon are a hot land. Other flowers and trees are flourishing, and the flowers are gorgeous and moving. So, I silently absorbed nutrition, infiltrated into the soil, took root and sprouted, and slowly, I grew the first grass tip. I constantly absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, bathed in rain and dew, and I grew a second grass tip. I continue to absorb nutrition and grow sturdily day by day.
Xingyue poetry is a hundred flowers garden, and I am a green leaf.
When I walked into Xingyue Poetry, I saw Xingyue Poetry, a hundred gardens, full of sunshine and flowers, blooming with beautiful life movements. But I am just a green leaf. I'm a little shy and inferior. I looked at the flowers with envious eyes, danced in the sun and smiled in the breeze. Slowly, I understand a truth. Without green leaves, even gorgeous flowers will be somewhat eclipsed. In the poems of the stars and the moon, in this beautiful garden, I would like to be a green leaf, accompanied by beautiful flowers, through the unknown wind and rain.
Xingyue poetry is a warm home, and I am a member of Xingyue.
Xingyue poetry is a warm home. I am a member of Xingyue Poetry Talk. I grew up with the poems of the stars and the moon, and I felt the warmth of home. Poems of stars and moons, like songs in four seasons; Stars and moons, the sun is shining; Stars and moons poetry, full of spring; Poetry on the moon, blooming poetic life; Stars and moons, how beautiful the flowers are; The sun, the moon and the stars are picturesque. The moon and the stars are cities, and poetry is cities. I won't give up until the moon and stars leave me.
Xingyue Poetry is a hot land, Xingyue Poetry is a hundred flowers garden, Xingyue Poetry is a warm home, and I love Xingyue Poetry!
Moon and Moon Poetry Prose 2 Moon and Moon Poetry Talk, Meet You, Bright Moon and Breeze. Meet you, flowers bloom.
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The moon and the stars
The vast sky and the dark light waves make your eyes shine through the ages. Smart eyebrows are the brilliance of the Milky Way. Every crystal-clear glass has a legend that has been passed down through the ages. Cowherd and Weaver Maid on both sides of the Milky Way are the guardians of love, which will remain unchanged through the ages. Although there is no close relationship between lips and teeth, it is a golden breeze, but there are countless victories in the world. Beautiful love poems are beautiful stories that you give to the world. You are shining with ancient eternity in today's vast expanse, and your youthful face is a symbol of longevity in the eternal poetry and ink.
In June, you walk with all ages, and the makeup without makeup is your elegance. You are like a beautiful woman, fluttering in clothes, holding a beautiful poetic heart, slowly stretching your sleeves, spreading historical propaganda and ink painting, and being gentle and graceful with the bold and graceful rhythm. "Looking ahead, above the moon, there is a dream, flashing and flying." You walked out of the distant Book of Songs, bathed in the coolness of tang style Song Yu in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and slowly walked through the vast waves of Ming and Qing Dynasties, showing the great changes in history and witnessing the vicissitudes of generations.
Stars and moons lit up the dark night, and they were bright and magnificent. You are projected in the blue waves by the Zhangjiang River with a spotless attitude, which makes the poet's smart mind and meaningful poetry calm, and entrusts the homesickness of many wanderers.
You live in the high sky and don't worry about the distance between heaven and earth. You go to Li Bai to make a toast, and the breeze blows your plain skirt, dancing the peace of the night, which makes your gentle rhyme too white to sing and drink. You are Wang Wei's pen, and the light shines on the bluestone board. You are the fairy in Zhang Xi 'an's poems. Your pure and clean style is meaningful in the poems of many literati throughout the ages.
You and I are Jing Ya to wash away the noise of the day. On a breezy moonlit night, leaning against the window and looking up at the starry sky, the bright spot is like all beings in the world. It is everyone's destiny to be fleeting, with prosperity and loneliness.
Yue Hui poured, quietly listening to the joy of flowers, listening to the whispers of insect love, a mouthful of fragrant tea, a clear sound, opening the bags of the years, picking up those warm memories of the past, and turning the gifts of the years into a faint fragrance in the bottom of my heart in a shallow silence. A Zen mind, drawing lessons from a painful experience, also has a special liking for Qingning. I like the quiet and elegant in the bright moon and breeze.
Poetry criticism
Poetry, embellish the ancient times, create a vast wilderness, let mankind move towards civilization, and step into the palace of pursuing art. You go from "the pigeon that is off the customs is in the river." Walking in the book of songs, "My Fair Lady, Gentleman is Good", you are writing elegant ode of ancient civilization all the way.
I picked up 300 books of poetry and traveled around the world along your verdant seashore. Smoke filled the Warring States, and I embraced Chu Ci, accompanied by astronomy and nine songs, Qu Yuan's Miluo River became Li Sao. Miluo has been flowing for thousands of years, and Qu Zi's tragic spirit has been passed down from generation to generation.
The breeze knocks on the Zhusha Gate in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the poetic rhyme is even and bold. There is a saying here, "If you don't look at how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven, it will never return to the sea. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink. Don't stop drinking. The poet Li Bai is bold and romantic.
What's more, "there is a sharp wind in the wide sky, the apes are sobbing, and the birds are flying back."
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. The poet Du Fu had no choice but to serve his country and was unhappy in his later years.
Song ci, a fragrant and gorgeous garden, is colorful and changeable, with drizzling rain to show its grace and generosity. Her beautiful brushwork, elegant manners, love but not thin. The gentle and moving Song Ci contains the sadness of missing, the melancholy of getting old and the bold and open-minded.
"Bai Luomei said that I like reading Song ci. In a strange time, we can also meet a flower with dew, a watery leaf and a tender grass. A pure heart will find that every word can speak and every word has feelings.
There is Liu Qibian's "I am haggard for Iraq, and my belt is getting wider and wider without regrets".
There is Li Qingzhao's "Light Solution to Luo Shang, Alone on the Blue Boat, Cloud sends a Brocade to the Wild Goose, Full Moon West Wing". Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. "Clear sadness,
There is even Su Shi's "Why don't you sing and go if you don't listen to the beating of leaves in the forest?" Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A misty rain will last a lifetime. "Free and easy and broad-minded.
And Fan Zhongyan, "A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, and Ran Yan has not stayed. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general has white hair and tears. " Which frontier fortress is patriotic and lofty.
Poetry through the ages, accompanied by the eternal moon and breeze, bathed in the misty rain of literary ink from generation to generation, moved towards modernity, stood on the shore of literary ink and looked into the distance. Those eternal poems and chapters just passed away after a year. I want to have a heart-to-heart study with the literati.
Xingyue poetry talk
You; Elegant Millennium customs, holding the ancient rhythm, full of novels, poems and essays, came to the moon. In other words, you are the angry enlightenment star of Ran Ran. You come out of the depths of the years, and you are like a wheel on the Xuan Yue. In the fragrant time, you are more and more full, your steps are lighter and lighter, and you are more and more carefree.
You are the ferry of literature, and you, I am a boat under the moon in Mochi, supporting a bamboo pole on your lake. Swing away the clear blue waves, take away your faint breeze, touch your quiet moonlight, strange words, spread out the paper notes of the years, and write down the memories of the years and the feelings in life with the stars.
When I met you, my pen and ink stopped wandering, but you gave me a harbor of the soul. The ancient rhyme of your thousand-year-old poems enriched my withered poems, and I got to know you briefly. This is a beautiful tree with flowers, and its fragrance dyed time, clothes and poetry. Unfamiliar to your words, plain notes are faintly revealed, the pen tip is wet, and the long sleeves are lightly brushed, which makes you fragrant and makes the future brighter.
Star Moon Poetry, a beautiful spiritual home, my arrival is a little slow, I didn't catch up with your initial steps, and I didn't have a hard time with you. Fortunately, these years of ferry finally met. Meeting is a tree in full bloom, and I am a flower blooming with you. I will work quietly for you with full feelings, add a brick and tile for you, and live up to the city of words and the post of the soul you promised me. Meet in this life and be beautiful for you.
Once we meet, I will never forget it. I just want to rely on your word in my life. In the mist of ink painting, elegance turned into warmth. In that fragrant ink and wash, I will play a song of mountains and rivers on your journey to glory. I just want to play harmoniously with you and stick to you for a fleeting time on the paper of years. I will not give up.
Being with you will be the stability of the soul for a lifetime. If possible, I will write for you with my whole life's true feelings and write down the most beautiful poems in the world. I will hug you with a gentle smile and carve all the beauty in the world on the threshold of the moon and stars poems.
A few years later, when I get old and look back gently, you will be a landscape that I can't erase from the depths of the years.