The sun is sinking in the west
The sun is like blood,
He has a sword.
Walking in the mountains.
Autumn comes suddenly,
Disappointed and withered leaves
Like a sad butterfly,
Fly over his shoulder
Brush his sword.
The life of a leaf,
Just to trace the source?
He sighed in vain,
Half a pot of turbid wine,
Half pot of homesickness.
Sad,
Past events with the wind
Everything has changed.
Constant,
It's his heart
This is his sword.
It is his persistent pursuit of faith.
Nevertheless,
Death, like the wind, has always been with him.
He indifferent glance:
Although I wander around the world,
But I didn't lose my heart.
A piccolo,
Bearing the
His vague ideas.
Prodigal heart,
A sword with a sheath,
A short song between heaven and earth.
Faint thoughts,
Blowing in the wind
Between mountains and rivers.
-Jin Hao Yasuo
The flute fills the sky,
Can you get into my eyes?
Why can two glasses of wine kill dragons?
With a gust of wind and a three-foot sword.
Sword cuts steel, step forward,
Changfeng has passed, not lingering.
The bright red moon, with a flick of a finger,
Weathered walls and swords sleep with them,
A long sword crosses easily.
Once the wind blows, it will never stop.
Indulge in silent singing in the wind.
In order to spread around the world,
The wind passes through the shadow, and the sword passes through the sky.
2. The poem about the prodigal Yasuo is like blood when the sun sets. He walked in the mountains with a sword.
Suddenly autumn came, and the dead leaves flew over his shoulders and brushed his sword like butterflies. Is the leaf's life just to return to its roots? He sighed in vain, half a pot of wine and half a pot of homesickness.
Sadness, everything changes with the wind. What remains unchanged is his heart, his sword and his persistent pursuit of faith.
Even if death is like the wind, it often accompanies him. He glanced indifferently: Although I wandered around the world, I didn't lose my heart.
A piccolo carries his faint thoughts. Prodigal heart, scabbard sword, short song between heaven and earth.
Faint thoughts, floating in the wind between mountains and rivers. -The wind and sword of the golden rooster, the flute of Yasuo, a wind blowing into the sky, can it enter my eyes? You don't have to kill the dragon with two ounces of wine, just with the wind and three feet of sword.
Before the sword cut through the steel, the long wind had passed and there was no nostalgia. Scarlet moon, with a flick of a finger, the wind and frost shield the sword to sleep with you, and the long sword is easy to cross.
When the wind blows, it will never stop, and it will be drunk and speechless. In order to spread the clouds all over the world, the wind blows over the sky.
3. A word about Yasuo's domineering died like the wind and has been with me.
People have been hitting my sword. I will make you happy! Fools are hopeless! Do you want to kill me? You can try.
This is just death. No big deal. Do it quickly! Let's not do anything. I won anyway.
Want to be alone for a while? You will be ready soon. Some things are never boring.
Some mistakes can't be made twice. I won't die of shame! Don't run away
My life is decided by myself, not by the sky. A sword, an idea.
It's not time to die. It's a long way, but the sword is my companion. My glory has passed for a long time. Quiet and peaceful, there is a meteor behind. This sword is getting stronger and stronger. Benevolence and morality are also luxuries. The road to extinction is too short for you to imagine. Only innocent people can sleep. Justice is a beautiful word. Looking back, I went further, but I didn't lose my heart. I'm still looking for my way home. I will keep going along this road. Glory is in the heart, not in the heart. Stay in the center of Wu Xing and never forget that this story is not over yet. Is the leaf's life just for the root? If you want to die, it's a piece of cake. Let's face the wind! Joking /J My sword is more important than anything, except wine. Who says I can't drink well? There are three things in life: glorious death and hangover ridicule /T Either you die or I die! ! ! If you want to kill me, I hope you can take your friends with you. Killing people is a bad habit, but I can't seem to give it up.
4. Self-created poems are proudly produced, and dragons travel everywhere.
1. Author profile (Tibetan head)
Wrote thousands of books and poems,
This is also a punch line.
Introduce new and old unique products,
Records of the vicissitudes of Shao Dynasty.
(Note: There are more than 1,000 poems and songs in the book, with witty remarks in each capital. The book is a new book, but it is full of words from ancient sages. Gathering in one place is really a classic, and the vicissitudes of life and philosophy of life are recorded in it. )
2. Single word explanation (hidden title)
Just look at ordinary words,
Every word is meaningful.
Solve all the puzzles in my heart,
If you are sick, you will be happy in spring.
(Note: I only see simple and ordinary words in every article, but the exquisite words shocked my mind and soul, solved my confusion about thousands of years ago, and made me as happy as a long illness. )
3. Modern translation of ancient Chinese (Tibetan)
Thousands of ancient and modern writers,
Writing is like a sword pointing to the sky.
If you taste ancient times today,
Translate ancient books into new cambodian.
(Note: There are thousands of great writers at home and abroad, Qian Qian. Their words are like swordsmen's swords, with the momentum and courage to point directly at the sky. If you want to taste the lofty sentiments of ancient great writers today, you need to use today's words to interpret the lofty sentiments of the ancients. )
Attract your appreciation (hide your head)
Reading the sentences of the times,
The more your heart enters the ancient time and space.
The flowers and trees reflect the sky,
Appreciate the pines of Baishan Mountain.
(Note: Quoting and appreciating ancient poems, your heart is like traveling through ancient time and space, looking at the thriving vegetation and the sky as if it were reflected by vegetation, and enjoying the immortal rivers and mountains that visited the motherland. I wish it could last forever. )
5. Write a poem about the wind (self-created). Walking on the deserted street in the morning, the rustling autumn wind has dyed the leaves yellow.
Try very hard to recall the beauty of the past, but the memory is no longer clear.
How to find the shadow of the past in this strange place,
No matter how hard I try to keep it, all I leave is a helpless sigh.
The autumn wind is bleak, but your shoulders are not cared for by your warm hands.
Suddenly found that you have left, the vague back has gradually disappeared,
In the vast sea of people, I can't find the beauty of the past, so I can only wander silently.
Unconsciously came to the end of the street, recalling the past, there is a feeling of regret.
Maybe we will have a bright future, no matter what the past is.
From now on, I hope we can work hard and create a happy tomorrow!
Let's say goodbye to the day at this intersection and embark on a new journey of life!
Thanks to my good friend Ying Ji, we created this together. I also want to thank my mother, or she skillfully used a pen to add a lot of color to this essay.