2. The breadth of knowledge lies in perseverance, and perseverance lies in perseverance.
3. The eagle hits the sky, the diving is shallow, and all kinds of frosty days are free.
Looking back again, the scenery is like a shuttle, and the old tour hurts the body.
Do you remember that you hit the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the flying boat?
6. Fate came and went, and only fans left. Jing Ya, who found the scenery, brushed away the gentle charm outside the curtain. Love at first sight, I want to close my long-forgotten heart, sing a song with you, hold your hand for a lifetime, and go to a sunny day.
7. Be clear about your feelings and step by step. When I have time to smell a song, I will enjoy a quiet time. I will look at the leisurely clouds in the deep blue sky, think about the vows of eternal love before and after the flowers, outline the euphemistic and refreshing melody of the piano, and watch the season when the brocade is in full bloom. Can my attachment blossom with the new spring?
8. In the past, the heroic spirit was there. Teenagers have nothing to lose, but blood and sweat stain the border. Sleeping alone under the moon, dreaming, wearing wind and frost, guarding home.
9. The auxiliary car depends on each other, and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.
10. Its curve is high and low.
1 1. Full of losses and modest victims.
12. Its high and low trend, if like a cave, is thousands of miles in size, and there is nothing to hide over time; It is dazzling blue and looks like the sky outside.
13. Misfortune depends on happiness, and happiness depends on misfortune.
14. The dancing man took pains to play the piano. Thousands of years later, he spread his fingers, embroidered with needles, gathered a pool of shadows, stepped over the water of forgetting the year, climbed the steps of light clouds, and spread waves in the vast words of the ink-scented scroll. Following the literati coming from distant ancient times, following the stumbling steps of the previous dynasty, they are taking off the costumes of the Tang and Song Dynasties one by one. Look at that place, they are drunk and crying, and their clothes are facing the wind. Whose teenager are they holding under their fingertips? Looking back, a fragrant sleeve adds new thinness! Every string of Tang poems is a silhouette of a lifetime, and every song poem is full of ripples. ...
15. The scenery here is unique, but I didn't look back. The flowers in Lu' an are full moon, and the broken bridge seems to be unable to stand the loss of time. Looking back, I laughed and cried. Time always waits before forgetting, and happiness always looks back.
16. If you pour a glass of sake from the text, you will have tears in your eyes. You can sing a relaxing song between the pages and drink all the sorrows of the ages. Li Qingzhao, who has long wanted to learn to be sentimental, wrote beautiful sentences in her Song Ci that people are thinner than yellow flowers. I already want to give full play to Liu Qi's amorous feelings, accompany him to raise the moon, talk about wine worries, and write an immortal poem "My belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it, I am haggard for Iraq"; I already want to express my feelings for Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty. In his sad words of "the old country can't bear to look back at the bright moon", I talked on the floor to relieve my worries. How much sadness can you have? A river of spring water flows eastward, endless, how much sorrow!
17. I met you in this life, filled in the wings that shook my dream with blank verse, picked a beautiful and gorgeous flower to set off your unique elegance, and sent you a wisp of fragrance to dance with your smile. In the endless spring night, it is as vibrant as a new bud.
18. Who is dancing lightly in the Millennium Tang and Song Dynasties? Who is it, dancing in tears in the gaze? Who is it, telling the sadness outside the flowers and snow in the wind I don't know who disturbed the memory of the former dynasty with a faint fragrance, and the autumn clouds in the spring dream interpreted the scenes of joys and sorrows in the world. I wandered in the picturesque misty rain of the Tang Dynasty and fell asleep in the pavilion of the rouge painting hall in the Song Dynasty. Outside the misty rain, outside the Loulan, outside the castle peak and outside the green water, who is gently pressing the ebony board, slightly opening the lips and singing in the Yurun Pearl Circle? Who is it, someone who has been lingering for thousands of years?
19. beautiful jade is bright, and talents are in the sky. Butterflies fly among the flowers, the fragrance of flowers hits the clothes, the moon shines in the pool, the shadow floats and the fragrance is light, the pillow spring leaks, the west building alone, the sky is broken, the rainbow is broken, and the crescent moon flows in the blue waves; A pair of sleeves, dancing in the dust. I wrote a poem, full of fragrance. In the crowded catkins and misty ferry, I am fluttering in white, and in the cold spring breeze in the small building, I am graceful in Zhou Dunyi's lotus pond. In my Tang and Song poems, I danced lightly. ...
20. At that time, it was not for guests, but for ladies. She became a charming child, walking from Ran Ran in the lotus wind of Zhou Dunyi, supporting a boat, carrying me in the lonely rain, longing for and loving each other very much. She blushes, closes her eyes and is ashamed of the moon. There are lively ballads of lotus pickers, charming scrolls under the shadow of Qinhuai plasma lamps, misty balconies, euphemistic ebony songs, and ancient rhymes of folding leaves into boats and weaving lotus into skirts. ...
2 1. Holding a wisp of breeze, stepping on ancient poems, singing and holding hands for thousands of years, standing in the misty rain of Loulan, stepping all over the green mountains and green waters, and glancing at the 5,000-year-old historical corridor: in a trance, walking through the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, crossing the gate in Han Dynasty and crossing the legacy of Wei and Jin Dynasties. A lifetime of misty rain melted the secular dust, and the worries of criss-crossing buildings flashed by. Will those old things that are gentle with the moonlight splash ink at will to express the hope of getting together. Enchantment from the dust world, holding the water of Tianhe, grinding a paper inkstone incense. Fill in the word acacia, spread the thousand-year love on this shore, and try to write the resentment into the graceful old chapter. Pick up one cup after another, sip your clear face in the golden dew at dusk, and sip your tears and worries in the waning moon in the breeze.