Zhaoqing general mountain, a broken old dream, its former glory has been desolate and buried;
Zhaoqing general mountain, with a dignified mood, left yesterday's sadness to the world;
Zhaoqing Jiangjun Mountain, a loyal poet, tells the story of the rise and fall of a mythical ancient city. ...
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Sitting alone by the river, I returned to the original transparency and lamented the legend of a reed fluttering. Your body has turned into a river and decomposed into nature, but the long river of history can't dilute your pain.
You are as pure as Chunlan and as fragrant and soft as Qiu Hui.
You are bathed in the sunshine after the rain and enjoying the influence of nature.
You wear a shiny sword around your waist and simple casual clothes.
You sigh the feelings of white clouds and flowing water.
You are like a girl in March, opening the door of long-lost "first love".
You are a long bow between heaven and earth, and your archery posture fascinates me.
Your blood is full of earth-shattering language, and your limbs are full of myths of stormy waves.
However, you live in the wrong age, the wrong country and meet the wrong people. I can only let the wind and rain come, but I can't do anything. When it is, the tiger is on the side, and his eyes are fierce; Wang Huai is suspicious and moody; The struggle between the ruling and the opposition is intrigued. Your life is suffering in the cold winter, but you never give up and have no regrets. Why? Because you can't let go of the motherland you miss in your heart, the grass in your hometown, and the people who don't have enough to eat and wear-regardless of the indifferent eyes of others and the slander of others, you give everything to support half of the country of Chu with a weak scholar!
You only hope that one day your efforts will move the king of Chu, but all you get is sadness. ...
The wind blows through the grass in your hometown, and you take a shower and walk on the village road. Dewdrops on the weeds cheer up your mind. Your tears came out at this wrong moment: you really can't let go of your king of Chu and your people; I can't let go of my hometown, my wife and children; Can't let go of this colorful world! You just need to chant and sing, sing with poetry, call for symbols and shout ... but you are still rejected, and your heart is only heavy, only broken, only left. ...
The vast universe, the misty world.
Why? The world is turbid, but I am lonely;
Why? Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone!
Rivers whimper, green hills cry, evil winds howl and clouds blow.
You stand in front of the General Mountain in Zhaoqing overlooking the ancient civilized city, and the glory of the past has now vanished. ...
The birds are silent, the mountains are silent, the nights are long, the wind blows, the soul sinks, and ghosts and gods gather. The sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moonlight is bitter and frosty. ...
Your soul can no longer bear endless weight. You threw a stone into the river, leaving a lasting pain for future generations. The swaying vortex is your final destination, and the position of your coffin is the place where your soul sublimates. ...
"Gu Yu know this is very troublesome for him, but he can't give up. It means nine days of righteousness, and the husband is only spiritual. "
What can you say? Sadness can't change history. No matter how many tears there are, who can read them?
Although you left, you left us with endless regrets and shocks: you just want to be a person, a real person, a Chu person, but you can't get it; Your life is like a short poem, a faithful dream and a hearty song, which makes us feel endless sadness and heaviness while reading, enjoying and intoxicated.
Qu Zi, we can read the blood in your poem, and we can hear the voice that was frozen in the blood and is now surging!
Jiangnan misty rain is like a dream. The tender feelings of rainy people are poetic. And I, a thousand years of reincarnation, only seek for this life. The noisy world is sad and blurred, but I can't find an eternal attachment. I, only with you, my soul is what this life depends on, and my soul is what this life depends on.