Life is naturally infatuated, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
It's from "On the Jade Tower Spring, Zunqian plans to return to the time" by Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Song Dynasty:
Zunqian plans to return to the time, and if you want to talk about spring, you will be miserable first. Ah, there is love in life, love in the depths of the crazy, this is not to hate not related - the head of the wind, the moon in transit.
leave the song and don't renovate it. One song can teach the intestines to knot. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
I wanted to say the date of my return before the farewell banquet, but before I mentioned a word, the beautiful woman across the street choked. There are infatuated people in the world, and the melancholy at this time has nothing to do with romance. Don't sing the farewell song any more, just one song is enough to break my heart. Let's enjoy the peony flowers in Luoyang city and leave happily in the warm spring breeze.
turbid wine does not dispel the tears of worrying about the country, but should rely on the talents when saving.
It's from Qiu Jin, a modern female revolutionist, "The Japanese in the Yellow Sea Boat Ask for Sentences and See the Map of the Russo-Japanese War":
Wan Li rode the wind and came back, carrying the spring thunder alone in the East China Sea.
bear to see the picture change color, and be willing to make Jiangshan pay for it! Turbid wine does not extinguish the tears of worrying about the country, but should fight for talents when saving. Spell a hundred thousand heads of blood, and you must save Gan Kunli.
In order to compete for the northeast of China, Japan and Russia fought on the territory of China, and Russia was defeated, and signed the "Portsmouth Peace Treaty" with Japan. A glass of muddy wine can't eliminate the patriotic tears of worrying about the country and the people, and saving the fate of the current situation should rely on outstanding talents.
do your best to be loyal to the monarch, but not to be detached and redundant.
From the patriotic poet Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters", I tried my best to serve the king faithfully, but was slandered as an unnecessary sarcoma by the ministers.
I'm not afraid of broken bones and muddy bodies. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
It's from The Ode to Lime by Yu Qian, a writer in Ming Dynasty:
A thousand hammers have been dug out of the mountains, and the fire is burning if it is idle.
I'm not afraid of broken bones and muddy bodies. I want to leave my innocence in the world.
I'm not afraid even if I'm smashed to pieces. I want to leave my true white color in the world.