Life is an endless book, full of twists and turns. Life is an endless drama, always changing roles and being bizarre. Everyone plays a different role in his own life and interprets his own personality. I don't want to make my life dull. I long for such a poetic life.
The morning glow rises from the east, and colorful clouds hang on the hills. I want to ride home in the wind and look for a poetic life. Countless people in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, count whose life is poetic. There are thousands of things, and there are thousands of interpretations of poetry. A pot of muddy wine sings all over the mountains and rivers for 80 thousand miles. A canoe can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. There are hundreds of poems about Taibai's fighting for wine, full of lofty sentiments and ambitions, full of talents, with a firm moonlight and a beautiful mouth.
Whip the horses for battle, blow the horn and sound the drums. Draw a sword and dance the dust, and move away from the slant for a lifetime. It's so emotional to be crowned in a rage. It's so heroic to recover my mountains and rivers. Yue family fighters forget life and death, and Chinese forces began to flood today. Willow cares about my feelings, and Liu Ci is next to the drinking place. In and out of the world, know what it is, think what it is.
Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, green mountains and green waters are happy. Aside from intrigue, I broke into this world alone. What is life like everywhere? It should be Hong Fei walking through the snow. Another year has passed, and now I show my poems. I am the master of my life, and I am free from my poetry. A thousand words splash ink, and the pen sets the course. If life is like a song, I want to compose happiness.
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The plateau in August, because poetry attracts worldwide attention; Qinghai in August, because of poetry, once again opened a broad mind and welcomed friends from all corners of the country; Beautiful Qinghai has become more poetic because of the arrival of poets.
Most of these international friends came into contact with China's painting art through the Red Peony Painting and Calligraphy International Exchange Society. They began to learn to draw a red peony and entered the poetic culture of China.
Galloping in Angong University to see me spread my wings and soar, soaking up the battlefield of science. Ride the wind and waves, make swords into plows, and create a brilliant tomorrow together. The solitary sail folds into the wind, and the water gently raises waves. Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the clouds are light and the wind is light, I will not change my ambition. I am confident that my life span is 200 years, and I will be a water hammer with a distance of 3,000 li. Looking at the railing, I have flown far away, chasing my dreams and setting sail. Therefore, my poetic life is a life of preparing horses for dreams.