After all, the world is just a small place. Said to send Du out of Shu.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't move big"
The Ideal Sunshine of Ice Rain's Modern Poems
The ideal sunshine and water are as charming as a transparent body.
Start with a book and a casual look.
And a bizarre story, obscure and unknown reasons.
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When the snow melts, the songs of birds in the sky will not stop.
The clear spring on the other side of the mountain is still a touch of youth.
It responds to the call of human mind with green water.
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The ideal sunlight is reflected by water and water body.
Then the perception of handstand and graphics are connected like stories.
Another story continues, forming a person's body and world.
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When the desert retreats, let the condensed clouds and unprovoked feelings drift away with the wind.
Let the fearless spirits of the earth play a sacred and lasting movement.
Let the acacia and enlightenment that go deep into fate point straight ahead.
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The ideal sunshine is hidden in the blue and profound meaning of water.
It goes from far to near, from near to far.
Nonsense close to truth and illusion, and greed of dreams and conscience
Moved by forgotten or ignorant eyes again and again.
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All those love words must also be brought by ideals.
About life's perception of sunlight, thoughts lurking in the soul
Like this spring, what should we do with the old saying?
Touching and reading with the hand of the soul can make that lasting emotion
Plain confusion passes through the dreamland of clouds, and then it suddenly becomes clear.
1, nostalgia in early spring
Nostalgia in early spring
Arouse the dreamy aura of the former residence
In March, a flock of pigeons flew over the clouds.
Spilled it all over the place.
Vegetation sprouting at home has extended to the distance.
The noise of birds has disappeared.
Look at that little light.
Still wandering in the village below the mountain.
How can a cup of spring tea hold colorful flowers?
As if nothing had happened, crisp songs always floated in.
Open the arc diagram facing the wings.
Ye Huang blurted out nonsense.
It has always been a reversal without saying anything.
2. The fleeting wind
A brief wind
Yamawai
Be stirred up by the sound of the rain that followed.
The jungle with smiling faces everywhere.
Silence in the rain and fog
It's raining
Excited lips open from this.
Collect affectionate eyes and gods again and again
Any root permeates the real land.
Rain, you perishable water
Time is always your accomplice.
It will clear up after the rain.
Who can read your inner meaning?
3, the footsteps of the night
Footsteps at night
Come in a hurry from the dim window
After a burst of dizziness
Give birth to an indifferent expression
On the warm desk and chair
Covered with white paper and lights
Strolling in the promenade of the season
Some deep feelings
It gurgled out like a spring.
In the bed where I stayed in spring.
tranquil night
Whose breath?
Warm and lonely pillow.
Whose hand?
Touch a trembling heart
Whose dream?
Will also wait silently in the confession at night.
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Don't say you are still a child.
Stop being naughty.
Don't write everything on your face.
Don't treat wolves as heroes.
Don't treat stupidity as kindness.
Don't lead a naive life forever.
-Stay in the dream
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Don't say you are a grass.
Don't tremble
Don't say you can't grow a big tree.
Don't say that the storm will destroy you.
Don't say that your fragile heart is slowly turning yellow.
Don't say that spring is not.
-Because you're here.
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Don't say you are a cow.
Don't be silent.
Don't always farm.
Don't always go the same way.
Don't chew all the time.
Swallowed grass
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Don't say you are the earth.
Stop tolerating
Don't let evil enter the body.
Don't let hatred become a mountain.
Don't let tears flow into the ocean.
Don't let rotten bacteria
-also let you rot.
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Don't say you are a lock.
Don't open the grave
Don't lock the door tomorrow
Don't look around.
Don't let rust put yourself
-Lock
..... continue to check yourself.
Man Jiang Hong
Southern Song Dynasty: Yue Fei
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Ode to the Difficult Road of Shu
Tang-Li Bai
Hey, hey, it's dangerous!
The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky!
Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age!
Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai.
And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, which can cross Emei Mountain.
Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. [2]
On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.
Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.
The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound.
Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.
We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky, and it turns pale when you smell it.
The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface.
One thousand waterfalls rushed forward one after another, sending out the thunder of rotating stones in ten thousand valleys.
This is the risk. Why do people who live at a safe distance come here? .
Although the pass of the watchtower is strong and steep, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it.
What if he is not loyal, but a wolf to his companions? .
There are terrible hungry tigers during the day and poisonous reptiles at night.
With their teeth and fangs, they kill like hemp.
Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon.
It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice.