If there is a peach blossom garden in my heart, where is the water cloud sword?
Two poems about Zhi Zhu, the first part.
Don Liu Yuxi
The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
No one's road is smooth to the end; There is no heart in anyone's chest, and life is pure to the end; The sky above no one is always blue. But no matter how hard life is, our pursuit of beauty and our desire for truth will never change.
Clear and shallow life track, simple fate. I hope we are not trapped in love, not confused, and keep a clean heart.
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Things are like falling flowers, and the mood is empty.
Fifty-five Odes to the Ancient Times
Wu Song men Hui Kai Zen master
There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth!
One scene in one season, four seasons in a cycle. In the long life, we see flowers in spring, catch fireflies in summer, blow hair in autumn and enjoy snow in winter.
In the leisure time of life, after work, make an appointment with three or five friends, sing the right wine, eat, drink and be merry in time, why care about the geometry of life?
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When the sky is clear, life is clear, Wan Li.
Ding Fengbo
Song sushi
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.
The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.
Looking back on this desolate place,
Go home, no rain or shine.
Su Shi is proficient in poetry and painting. 1097 was exiled to the wild land of Hainan. He doesn't even have a decent study. The weather is stuffy and hot. His writing and painting are often soaked with sweat and clothes. He doesn't care. Later generations praised him: Su Shi can write the best poems with the worst inkstone.
Life is difficult, learn from Su Shi. No matter how big the storm is, I am lighter than a horse with bamboo poles and sandals. I am calm, and it is normal for the rain to fall on me.
We can't decide the ups and downs of life, but we can decide our attitude. When you are strong, the difficulties become smaller. Accept the gift of fate and bear the blow of fate. Whether it is good or bad, it can be a landscape of life. People live to the end, nothing more than one sentence: go home, no rain or shine.