Aphorisms about poetic life

●Dream Traces

The light yellow eyelashes no longer flicker

The darkness is accumulating endlessly, covering up the city growing like coral and the silent settlement. History

My drifted soul is attached to your window. I see poetry resting on the light green pillow, on the shallow grass where the smile rises, like a silent waterfall...

The whispering stream brings back my first memory. In a drop of dew, we were born. The marble blooms with eternal ripples like a smooth ocean

Like a fable, the white pebbles at the bottom of the water gradually become smooth. Started to swim... I am a fish and a bird. I am covered with pure silver scales and feathers. When dusk approaches, I give the strings to the river bank and the honey to the flower lover.

Plant, you are such a lover. What if the green children are waiting for autumn? You are ivy, you embrace the whole forest and make all the fallen leaves fly up the branches----Gucheng

●In summer, I think Qingcheng Mountain should be regarded as the most ideal place. Although I only lived there for ten days, its tranquility has tied my heart. Among the mountains and rivers I have seen, this is the only place that did not disappoint me. It doesn't have any strange peaks or giant waterfalls, nor many ancient temples and scenic spots. However, its green color is enough to make me feel that this is a place where immortals should live. There is green everywhere, and it is as light as a tender willow, as bright as a bamboo leaf, and as moist as a banana leaf. As far as the eye can see, the light and smooth green is trembling gently, as if it is going to flow into the air and into the heart. Similar. This green will be like music, purifying all worries in the heart. There is water, tea and wine in the mountains. Morning and evening, even in summer, you must wear a sweater. I think that if I lived here for a summer, I would be able to write a novel worth 100,000 to 200,000 yuan. ---- Lao She's "Dream of Living"

●If I compose a beautiful and bloody poem,

but you will never share it with me again,

The moist moonlight moistens the last piece of sadness,

Lonely roses bloom all over heaven. ---- "Youth in Love, Just Read but Not Say"

●Anfuji 04 Anfuli Student--: "Return to the Lotus Pond":

Return, the momentum reaches Guanyin day and night accompany. Father Amitabha, my great wish has been fulfilled.

Return, the bliss is solemn and subtle. Drinking nectar makes your heart clear.

The lotus is dripping with emerald pearls and shining all over the sky. Meeting in the lotus pond, sitting down in a dream like a fairy.

Pond, Gu Yinglan has forgotten everything he knows. The smoke and waves are clear, and the autumn water can be used to compose poems. ----Master Dazhao

●Shen Qingxuan was sitting in the yard, smelling the fragrance of earth in the air and looking into the distance. After a few days, the entire mountain forest was washed by the rain into a faint green, and the whole forest was washed into a faint green. Glowing like a gem.

Sitting there until noon, the sun became very hot, and the people under the sun were sweating all over their bodies, as if the temperature that had been brewing for many days was about to burst out, and the birds in the hot forest began to Withered head and drooping brain.

Shen Qingxuan squinted his eyes and looked at the golden sun in the sky. For just a moment, his eyes were completely white. ----Su Hen's "Encountering a Snake"

●The body is fast and flying, erratic like a god, walking slightly on the waves, and the socks are dusty. Chuanxiao flowing essence, smooth jade face. He kept his words in his mouth but didn't spit them out, his breath was like orchid.

----"Ode to the Goddess of Luo"

●My skull is full and smooth

It stores fire and spring water

It stores amber longings

The juice of poetry, the agarwood of dreams

The hazy begging and wishes

This memory comes from the rice seeds covered with rice

Reflective like rough porcelain The rice field

From the cellar, the breath of milkvetch

The color of the nameless grass

The shadow of the sail and the history scattered in the soil

At a moment when the red candle is shaking

I was buried, not for mourning

but for birth

This is a custom brought by the monsoon

It is also the secret of love

I hear the sound of falling leaves, plowing and tamping

I hear the transformation of cicadas and pupae

I hear earthworms and moles Mouse's Caress

However, where is my creator?

The opening of the row of doors and the waist door

The broken firewood, the child's bells

The gradually increasing footsteps, memories

I can’t even hear

Longing, ripening in longing

Like roots underground

——Forgotten by the sun, lacking the fruit of joy

In the brief silence

Dissolving the starry night and the blue sky——Gu Cheng's "Solomons of the Flower Diao"

●In the winter of 1947, on the shelf of an antique store in Neptune Village Seen from above, it is covered with mud and dirt. At that time, Tsuen You was learning piano from Mr. Ping Hu, and he bought it because of his appreciation. According to Li Qingzhang's method, boil dried apricots in water for several times. Take it out the next morning. The dirt will be gone and it will look as bright as new. Put it on a foreign stove (iron stoves were generally used for home heating in Beijing in those days. It has a flat top and a door on the side) and burn it on the top. , get good color overnight and the texture will be smooth and radiant. This is the first time in my life that I have used the quick-fire method. ----Wang Shixiang's "Zhenzhenji"

●Descriptive of flowers:

Fragrant, stretching, delicate, charming, quiet, intoxicating, elegant and delicate

Fragrant, elegant and simple petals The stamens, pollen, and flowers are in full bloom

The buds are just beginning to bloom, and the flowers are in full bloom. The flowers are fragrant and the petals are spreading, noble and elegant

The shadows of the flowers are shaking the window, they are fragrant, fragrant, brilliant, magnificent, white as snow, delicate and delicate

Refreshing, fresh, charming and fragrant, overflowing with colorful branches and jade leaves

Pure and flawless, standing out, green and smooth, fragrant, intoxicating and elegant

Falling flowers are colorful, proudly blooming and swaying in the wind. The flowers and leaves are sparse.

Qi phase seeks." But absolute sameness is impossible both in theory and in fact. "People's hearts are different, each has its own face." This difference also has its effect. The joy of friends is easy to see in similarities; the benefits of friends are often found in differences. The ancients used the metaphor of "the mutual influence of friends is like discussing with each other, like grinding and polishing". This analogy is indeed very appropriate. Jade has flaws, edges and corners, and only by using a tool to study and polish it can it be smooth and smooth, and can it be "complete". It is inevitable that human character has flaws and edges, such as selfishness, prejudice, pride, irritability, ignorance, stubbornness, etc. It takes more study and study before it can be purified and purified, just like the instinct of food and sex is what sustains the life of an individual and a race. , maintained, so it is as strong as the food and sex instinct. ----Zhu Guangqian's "Talk about Self-cultivation"

●I want to wait for the years to wear away the youthful fire and reveal the smooth layer of glaze. At that time, the texture is fine and fine, and all good tea and water can be used. Preserve the flavor. It is also not afraid of bumps, has the homeliness and confidence of old utensils, is magnanimous and simple, beautiful and calm.

●From that amazing good hair - not tied up in a bun, it is like water and satin, shiny and pure black, and the light can tell people. Straight down to the waist, winding on the ground like water for more than a foot, such long hair, from the root to the tip, is smooth and smooth, and the tip of the hair shines with the deep red and golden sky light.

From every detail of her body, it is certain that she is a beauty, charming and absolutely exquisite.

●Koi copy

The breeze swayed the fallen leaves

After the dust settled, I silently recalled the past

The green dew often walked on Pond

A trace of melancholy swayed

Dawn awakened the rising sun in the east

The shimmering morning mist scattered in all directions

Chilling cicadas accompanied longing. Ringing

Sigh for my half-life fantasy

Falling trees are flying, thoughts are flying

Sadness has spread all over the river

Cold wind is wandering, and desolation is wandering

Why bother thinking about the vastness of the world

How many years have I been floating in the long river of destiny

Being able to be with you in this world

Your mind is still clear Smiling face

I can’t get back my sadness

Immersed in the memories

The white moonlight illuminates this cold night

But what can I do? I have said goodbye to the vicissitudes of my old hometown

The years have made me look older

Still obsessed with fantasy

Strolling by the flowing Qingshui River

The flashy and prosperous past has passed

Suddenly looking back from the memories to the current situation

Sadness turns into desolation

The lonely piano is flying and sadness is flying

No one Difficulty Beside

●They lay there, hugging each other tightly, lying on the magic carpet, lying in their paradise. Her gray eyes were deeper and clearer than autumn water; he kissed the spots on her smooth skin; he gazed devoutly at her slightly upturned flat nose; he gazed at the reflection on her face. Flashing water. Everything in the magical world around him - the flowers and fields, the sky and the mountains, all the chirping birds in the woods, all the sounds, sights and smells - all seeped into his heart and became the only voice in his heart, his mind. The only words in the poem are harmonious, beautiful and pleasing to the ear - the whole poem is blended into the only passionate love song. ----Thomas Wolfe's "An Angel Looks Homeward"

● Picking up memories of the past

In the Spring and Autumn Period

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Get used to each other

In the morning, hold a meter of sunshine to moisten it

In the dark night

A curtain, a corner of peace

The passage of time , Burn passion

Take away youth

Leave a sigh

Step down

To have is joy