[Heart] [Rose] Let poetry light up life! Let poetry warm life!
Editorial Department of The Prose Poetry Creation Office of China Poetry Newspaper
Editor-in-Chief: Undersea Moon
Deputy Editor-in-Chief: Yang You
Editor-in-Chief: Liu Yijun
Associate Editor-in-Chief: Celestial Guest Youfang
Executive Editor-in-Chief: Qinglan
Gu Q: Fan Kejie Ma Shi'an
Editor: Wooden Sheep Aoyama No Ink Phoenix Packer
This issue is titled: Liu Yijun, Celestial Visitor, Mu Yang, Qinglan, Dufu, Aoyama Bumo
This issue: YouFang
This issue of the document: Horse to Success
Final Judge: Liu Yijun
Photo: Xiangxue
1. Essential works
1. October Poems
Text/Dedication (Shanxi)
In october's poetry, harvesting the seeds sown by yesterday's father, the hope of two generations is sung. With all the beauty, on a grape grain sweet to the extreme.
Who rents the optimistic, delicious picture screen under the autumn sun at a high price to cover up hunger, smelling the familiar aroma of wine at the intersection full of osmanthus flowers.
My lines of poetry have been washed several times by the autumn rain, and love is freshly pouring out, and the whole world is still green, and the yellow color is ripe and fresh. Birdsong came with a string of good words, through my updated inkblot, the beautiful blue of the sky, gushing out from the depths of the heart, rising to the high end of the Milky Way, at this moment, the ideas and words are very wide and far away.
After all, it is October, what can the withered Shaw say? Cherishing, saying goodbye, are all a kind of love, a turn, what kind of reincarnation, in the legendary translation of Nirvana, the mottled that does not give up, flashing in the poetry of October.
The lightness of the late autumn footsteps chased after the wisp, dyeing the green heart red, and the flatness spread out on the maple leaves was endless in the faith.
2. Chung Yang Festival
Text/Yu Zhenhuai (Zhenjiang, Jiangsu)
In the cold dew of autumn, the flowers and grass gradually withered, the geese flew to the south shadow, and the message did not know when the day would return, my heart was urged to ascend, and I chanted and thought of my relatives. Looking out over the southern hemisphere, where spring is in full swing, sleeping and dreaming, birdsong is not alarming. The waves rolled in a curtain to visit, and the brothers were safe from each other.
He drank Spring Wine Evergreen, and I drank Chongyang Liquid to add life. The spring flowers are full of fragrance, the autumn chrysanthemums bloom golden, and if the spring and autumn of the end of the world are close together, the foreign land is also reunited. Teenagers don't know how to leave and worry, and old people know that it is difficult to gather. Reminiscing about the remnants of the past, a childish face, not thinking of making progress. The herb garden is full of shadows, and the bookstore is like a cage. After class, the bell flies and gets carried away. How long do you send mini games?
Once gone, there was no sound for a hundred days. Occasionally, I received a letter with a shadow, and I was already a spirit of armor, smelting in the furnace, and reborn. The journey is long, and the sky is different. The tide is sweeping the times new, the ambition is high, and the small globe is at your disposal. It has been autumn since the end of time. Chongyang nostalgic chat pen, not to live up to the love of this life.
3. Bring a window to warm the sun
Text/Ruixue Mega Year (Heilongjiang)
A slanting sun, leisurely climbing up the south window. A warm afternoon spread like this...
Sitting on a rocking chair on the balcony, on a square table, a tea, a flower, a book, silent.
Outside the window, the blue sky, white clouds, autumn wind, autumn chrysanthemums, and the clusters of late blooming red bring a silent comfort to this season! Occasionally a few sparrows flew low, leaving a wisp of low singing.
Time adds a little warmth to the warmth in front of the window. The protagonist of the book infects the person who reads the book, and the heart slowly sinks!
The warm sun of one room, the tranquility of one room. If life can be frozen at this time, there is nothing else to ask for...
4. Please jun a glass of chrysanthemum wine
Text/Wanghai (Hebei)
Please jun a glass of chrysanthemum wine, I talk with QiuGuang thick. Autumn colors are like golden harvest music, chrysanthemums and I singing throat!
A pint of this dynasty Antaile, happiness more on the tall building.
The erpin era is new, and the dream comes true in front!
Sanpin draft does not forget to dig wells, and revolutionary martyrs are often remembered;
The four pins forge ahead with a strong spirit, and work hard together to hold up the dragon to take off in the sky!
In the golden autumn years, please jun a cup of chrysanthemum wine, red dust fame and fortune left behind, light and elegant Qingfen heart remains. Just like under the eastern fence of Tao Gong, the South Mountain is leisurely in the eyes!
Please jun a glass of chrysanthemum wine, I sing the golden light of the years! The prosperous world is now back to the Tang Dynasty, and all the countries are coming to congratulate the Dynasty! The heavenly street market fell to the earth, and the country and mountains were picturesque!
Please jun a cup of chrysanthemum wine, not envious of mandarin ducks and not envious of immortals. Song shengshi, sigh golden autumn, chrysanthemum fragrance around the heavens and the earth, all over the shenzhou!
5. Autumn cold
Text/Liao Haifan (Hunan)
The flames of summer, Yu Wei is still flourishing, the autumn equinox has passed, and during the National Day, the land of Shenzhou is still like summer, the temperature is very high, and the heat wave is rolling. But the cold dew came, the temperature changed, and it rained continuously all over China. The autumn is cold and aggressive, as if it has suddenly transitioned from summer to winter, making it difficult for people to adapt.
Autumn cold, an autumn rain a cold, ten autumn rain put on cotton, after the National Day, it is exactly cold dew, autumn rain Fifi, eight or nine consecutive days, endless, still not stopped, the temperature dropped, hovering in the range of more than ten degrees. People took off their summer clothes, changed directly into cotton clothes, and turned on the winter mode to resist the sudden low temperature and cold.
Autumn is cold, the weather is getting colder, the cold is aggravated, the flowers are withering, the branches and leaves are falling, and nature is gradually entering the scene of the cold and the defeat. Ben came to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the chrysanthemums that spread over the mountains were already passionate, and the laurel trees in the park courtyard were also gorgeous, but the autumn chrysanthemums and dangui were still hidden in the boudoir and had never appeared. The day before yesterday, after the Chongyang Festival, it was the time when Dangui opened for the second time, however, Guihua still shyly replied that she was still holding the pipa and half-covering her face, allowing you to wait for an early look at Fangrong, she is late to seduce people's souls.
Autumn cold, frost and the obvious embodiment of the festival, the first frost appears, the cold is compelling, the autumn wind is depressed, the autumn rain is continuous, the geese have long moved south, the leaves have begun to drift to zero, this season, both beautiful autumn colors and thick autumn rhymes, but also always let people touch the scenery and think of thousands of thoughts.
6. Seasons, elongated thoughts
Qingtuo (Hunan)
It was a spring, and my father looked at the mountain opposite and muttered to himself, "This mountain now grows three feet a year, but it used to be five feet shorter every year." "Maybe it's for me!" I couldn't understand, and I couldn't understand, how could a peasant with no culture see that this Wuling Mountain was now growing three feet tall every year?
I looked at my father with questions in my eyes, and I felt that this was incredible, that the mountain would grow tall on its own? Mountains It's not a tree, it's not a child. My father touched my head and said, "You will also grow tall, this mountain looks at that mountain high, although the mountain is far away, but I have lived in this mountain all my life, my eyes are mountains, it is so close, spring, summer, autumn and winter are so close, will not leave me." And you are the world where the river under the mountain will flow over the mountains and flow beyond the mountains. ”
Years later, I left my hometown and understood my father's words. In the spring, I thought of his warm embrace, taking my hand for a small walk, and when he was tired, he put me on his shoulder and rode a horse; in summer, I thought of his calloused hands, bronze chest, and sweaty cheeks; in autumn, I thought of the wild fruits in his pocket, the call at dusk, to go home to eat; in winter, I thought of the fragrance of sweet potatoes and potatoes hidden in his fire pond, the laughter of the heavenly joy.
Seasons, stretched my thoughts...
7. Above the landscape
Text/Hongxiang (Shaanxi)
The sky is a picture plate, the wind wraps the clouds at will, the morning and dusk are colorful, and the birds sing in the clouds.
Landscape is a masterpiece of nature, the perfect combination of movement and static, upright and canyon staggered, the sun and the moon are ancient and young songs.
Clouds and smoke shuttle between the mountains and rivers, soaking in time immortality, the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields return to the light, and the childhood of all things is simple and happy.
The colorful clouds above the mountains and rivers are the prayers of the soul, the farmers worship the landscape, worship the heavens and the earth, and always believe that there are huifeng auspicious clouds above the landscape, and the loess under the feet can be abundant.
Above the mountains and rivers, it was a dream, a random release and hiring. The real landscape gives birth to precious life, and the tenacious soul of the mind will occupy and fill the whole sky, like a swift bird, like a swift lightning, like a deafening thunderclap.
The human world is the most beautiful landscape, friendship is the charm of endless fun, everyone is constantly smearing and coloring, and people cherish and love from generation to generation. Above the landscape is the feeling of home and country, and the stories of song and tears are constantly told.
Human beings have spanned a long period of time, looking at the earth at high altitudes and above the clouds, and the landscape is the nerve vein of the mother earth, which has given birth to all science and technology and civilization. The Yangtze River and the Yellow River, Kunlun and Qinling Mountains are the witnesses of 5,000 years of Chinese civilization, and are the immortal odes and monuments of mankind!
2. Nominated works
1. Above the landscape
Text/Xinkai (Tianjin)
It is just a star walking in the picture scroll, picking the light of rain and dew, the slight drunkenness of the starry moon night, encountering the flawless eyes in the clear and transparent stream, and so on.
The mountain, the majestic and silent body, carries the crisscrossing of thousands of years of movement and impact. With hot magma, light a blazing fire. Even if it is snowy, it is your delicate other world.
Flowing out of the mountains, illuminating your eyes and sprinkling the galaxy like a diamond. The stars shine with warm light, and they pursue the emptiness and Zen of moonlit meditation. There is nothing in the first place, so why stir up dust.
There is the coolness of the wind blowing the night, and the insects chirp to frost the white dew. The sky is vast, the green bricks and tiles in the distance, how many stories are superimposed into the tears of stone.
A mountain and a river, all a little bit. Journey after journey, waiting for the wind to blow warm hearts and never lose the vows of the moon and night. When the cherry blossoms are colorful, laugh and see the tears flowing all the way with the spring water and green mountains.
2. The Poetry of October
Text/Qinglan (Ningxia)
The whispering of water waves, the fingertips of the golden wind, the cries of jackdaws; the grass color on the lawn, the clamor of the birch forest clusters, the autumn sunset and the lonely autumn water; the Huafa couple who walk arm in arms on the street, the stubborn green leaves on the branches; the velvety eyelashes of the sun; the white of the ogi stained with autumn frost; the dampness of the moonlight... Rub shoulders with you and say softly: October, go well.
If autumn has not gone far, allow me to hold my heart and praise the wheel of time with a grand chapter. The autumn light is full of light, the October trek through the mountains and waters, and the enthusiasm of the heart, no matter how I start to write, I can't draw the throbbing of admiration. How about the golden wind, the sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at this tree lonely, this pool of smoke waves, this attack on the chrysanthemum... The words I embrace, the simple meaning of the words, can no longer reach the charm of cultivation in the depths of the gushing years.
The autumn light is tortuous, the yellow leaves that fill my eyes have woven a table for me, and between the gazes, the October rivers and mountains go from shallow to deep, and in my heart, with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, and the dance of the soul collides with another hundred years of vitality.
The geese fly south, the sunset does not forget the original heart, open the sky curtain to the face, add another touch of brilliance to October, with a hand-painted brush, echoing the sky.
3. Above the landscape
The chapters are exhausted, and the slanting sun outlines Phnom Penh for the landscape. There are few mists, and the thousands of mountains and thousands of peaks that rise in the haze, each with its own heart, is as red as the flames, burning in its own thousands of shapes.
The slanting sun is the old dream of the landscape.
Above the mountains and rivers, the wind is mighty, the notes of the joints fill the heavens and the earth, and the combination of man and nature is either tragic or the wind is light, which is the voice of the whole human world.
The endless emptiness between the gaps, if I am not mistaken, should be the years of the mountains and rivers we have lived and are living.
Omitting the human tracks, the ruts, the cooking smoke, the omission of my sorrow at this moment, the soul into a higher level, leading the way up, there must be an ancient temple, the temple door is open, sitting south to north, the morning drum and the twilight bell are knocked day after day, and the chanting is loud and prosperous for all sentient beings.
Farther away, the sunset rolls down the cliff, a large area of twilight pours in, and the sky above is merciful to the world, hiding the sickness and suffering for all things, and hiding the aging.
Because everything is vicissitudes. Realizing this, I unloaded my exhaustion, began the second half of my life, and redefined appreciation.
4. Above the landscape
Text/Snowflake (Inner Mongolia)
Penetrate the red dust, stand in the ring, transport the green cover, stand tall in the sky, and get rid of a Qingfeng hero alive.
Chasing the clouds and stepping on the moon, facing the wind and standing tall, the qi reaches three mountains and five mountains, chasing up the good as water, and hardening an iron bone.
Pick up the red dust and three thousand inks, and the branches and leaves are super customary. The world's cangsong solo traveler, ingenuity and unique luck of real kung fu. Mr. Wang Mo's sharp pen edge, embroidery of the rivers and lakes, cover seven heroes and five righteousness. The atmosphere is majestic and clear.
A picture of Qingsong named "Qingfeng Hero" is enough to shock the celebrities in the painting world, and the pen is like a knife, and the knife is into the bone. Painting is difficult, it is difficult to paint tigers, painting skins, painting bones, Mr. Wang Mo's Qingsong atmosphere is awe-inspiring, and the fairy wind Dao bone. Read the painting into the heart, blatantly moved.
The green pine enters the clouds and is transported to the canopy. Above the mountains and rivers, standing in the surrounding space, drinking alone, there are no more blue birds.
Woohoo! There are three thousand floating waters in the world, only one scoop to drink, you and I are ordinary, how dare we speak softly of old age?
5. Above the landscape
Text/Liu Yijun (Guizhou)
Walk the landscape and the mood is smooth.
With a beautiful sound, the landscape purifies my soul, has the courage to look up to the high, and has a long-standing spirit.
The height of the mountain is shocking, steep and steep, with trees to protect the body, greenery; flowers to nourish the eyes, gorgeous and colorful; stone to shape the soul, eternal thoughts.
The spirit of water is alive and well-deserved. The sparkling clear waters of the clear lake; the magnificent coast of the sea and sky are blue and wide; the waves are rolling and surging through the ages; and even the babbling brooks that trickle and flow happily, all sing and praise the life of life.
When the mind is broad, the mountain is the peak, the tao sentiment should be the water as the instrument, and above the landscape and water, it is an open-minded, flowing, and long-distance realm.
6. Bring a window to warm the sun
Text/Maple Leaf (Ningxia)
Sit alone under the glazed eaves, carrying a window of warm sunshine.
Brew a cup of chrysanthemum goji berry tea, and the tea meets the confidant. A cup of amber, the aroma is intense, chrysanthemums and goji berries are fresh and stretched, warmly held in the palm of your hand.
Look up at the sky, blue as water. Like a lotus cloud, dancing. In the distance, there were a few birds, and the grass and trees outside the window were beautiful in autumn. The slightly drunk mandala, already drunk by the autumn wind, snoozed himself.
Low-brow flowers and grasses chatted with them, once the time of red flowers and green flowers. Suddenly, I felt: on a dull day, with a wonderful joy, this lonely late autumn also has a bit of a vivid appearance.
Holding a heart-wrenching book, abandoning irritability in the world, a heart lurking in the text, and the soul also comes out of the shell. Encountering a beloved text is like meeting a beloved person, in silence, I have harvested tacit understanding and love.
A song of Wu Na's piano, Zen sounds.
In the brightness, sipping fragrant tea, immersed in the ocean of words, like a free-walking fish.
7. October's Poem
Text/Phoenix (Hubei)
Bright red, dazzling. That red flutters on the lintel of October, the epic of life, the words of praise, the passion!
The sky is high and the clouds are light. A couple of newcomers wander on the green lawn, in the camera, blue sky, white skirt, green carpet, wild chrysanthemum. Streamers, low chants and shallow singing...
The terraces around the mountain are golden in layers. The superimposed wheat fragrance is a new taste of green ants, cup after cup, drunken warmth and light sadness of the sunset.
The crab feet are itchy and itchy, the pomegranates are red and red, and the chrysanthemums are yellow and yellow. Three or five friends swim in the beautiful autumn light, the food on the tip of the tongue, not to live up to the encounter, crab fat flowers are fragrant.
The golden wind is thin, the geese shadow is orderly, and the pace of the change in the vast sky is neat. The crab leaf has a white head, and the verses of "萋萋" and "Cang Cang" sway with the wind.
The clouds of dusk are dimmed with the red of the sun, and they are colorful and leisurely. A gaze, a fantasy, a lingering, a poetic feeling, from the atrium...
8. The Poetry of October
Text/Alien Visitor (Shaanxi)
October, a touch of red.
The most beautiful time, a piece of poetry! The autumn scenery is picturesque and the autumn colors are pleasant. The song of harvest is long in the drunken wind.
Drunk in autumn, warm rain, at this moment even more drunk on the ground fragrance. Distant geese, you look back gently at this moment, look at me in the north, still looking at each other in the distance! that
Wedge squeezed hard into the window and landed lightly on her forehead. Drop drops of dew and wet the plain white paper!
Folded ginkgo biloba branches, full of the ups and downs of the seasons, a few lines of ink. Inadvertently, the lake of the heart was flooded with a slight wave. Turn over the familiar lines of water and look for the flame that ignites the poetry.
In the past, the style that had not been noticed was so clear and bright at the moment. Churning up the sea water three thousand autumn clouds, diluted by time into the wind and clouds, here, slowly look at the south flying geese!
Time freezes in an instant, and the style of a smile and flow of years is destined to be frozen in the distance, rising with the sun. The ten-point life is burned into flames by words. The torch that lights the words has always illuminated the four wildernesses and eight wildernesses of autumn.
I don't know, I disconnected the sound of geese. Or less of the flick of the willow flute. Here the verses sway into a one-act play. Strolling through the fox, carrying the self-warming light, dotted outlining, that touch of fire-like huazhang!
9. Bring a window of warm sunshine
Text/Dufu (Gansu)
Time is hurried, thoughts are thousands of thoughts, carrying a window of warm sun, waiting for flowers to blossom and fall, admiring the fallen leaves, writing and ink with the ups and downs of time, dancing with pleasure, and peeling off the joys of spring, summer, autumn and winter at will.
With a window of warm sun, in the world of smoke and dust, we once met each other, let go of the landscape and water people's homes, seek the landing of life, bump in the wind and waves, quiet in the vanilla bushes, in the wind and snow moon, once vigorous.
With a window of warm sun, no matter how cool and thin life is, you should also let the sun shine through yourself, although not transparent people, at least imitate the light of the sun, in the joy and sorrow of not living up to the Qing, not to live up to Shaohua's unique favorite time. Join hands with like-minded people and enjoy a bowl of fireworks.
10. Above the landscape
Text/Yuanbao (Hunan)
The benevolent leshan, the wise enjoy the water.
Traveling through famous mountains and rivers is my lifelong wish.
Climb Mount Tai and the small world, walk on the Hua Mountain and know the dangers and obstacles, go to the Song Mountain and smell the sound of the Buddha, approach the Heng Mountain and know the depths, climb the Heng Mountain and know the leap.
Wading the Yellow River to know the homeland, crossing the Yangtze River to be magnificent.
Between the mountains and the waters, one grass and one tree, with its own spirituality, wave after wave, vast and mighty.
Send affection to the landscape, be humble, revel in the landscape, and be gentle.
And above the landscape, what remains unchanged is my red and lustrous Chinese heart.
11. Chongyang Festival
Text/Suiyuan (Inner Mongolia)
On the ninth day of September, the Chongyang Festival arrives. In life, even if the laughter is sweet, it is difficult forever, even if the crying is bitter, there is an end.
Things in the world are always difficult, eternal is not easy, life is difficult, life is changeable, whether it is bitterness and happiness, or joy and sorrow, it is difficult to be eternal.
There is happiness in suffering, sadness in happiness; pain in joy, and pleasure in sorrow.
Smiling is actually a kind of love for everyone, a kind of self-love with vitality.
Self-loving people often embellish themselves with affordable and cute smiles, giving people a beautiful mood and the warmth of the sun!
Green return to green leaves, red into the peach blossom tender, keep a landscape, see the dappled flower shadow, weave a curtain of dreams, sprinkle the poetry of the sunset; the green mountains are still there, the most beautiful sunset red.
Nine-nine chongyang, I wish the elderly in the world health, longevity, happiness and happiness! Wish your friends good luck, happiness and health!
12. Bring a window to warm the sun
Outside the window, the warm sun is blazing, and there are birds singing.
Gazing from afar, I did not dare to speak up, for fear that my slight cough, or an elongated shadow, would break the beauty and dispel this warmth. I was quiet, like a standing statue.
Sunlight penetrated the glass, shone on the snow-white walls, and also shone on my radiant face. We smiled at each other and said good morning to each other!
The bird stood on the edge of the window, glanced at me carefully, then opened its throat and sang indulgently. I saw that its golden feathers shone with sunlight, its yellow beak horns trembled with vibrato, and its pale green eyes shone with jade light.
Tranquility, peace, serenity, everything is so wonderful!
On this late autumn morning, with a window of warm sun, calmly face the wind and frost, and even more with the weak life, to a duet that penetrates the heart!
13. The Poetry of October
Text/Jiao Rongke (Shaanxi)
Hello October, I hope you have been looking forward to it for nine months, and I think you have been thinking about it for more than half a year!
Because October has the birthday of the motherland, I send you the azure sky and let the white clouds float above the canopy. Birds sing, all things praise! I dedicate Qiu Ju to you, and let the earth turn golden, because qiu Ju's proud character is like the indomitable backbone of the sons and daughters of China!
The maple leaves are red like fire, the chrysanthemums are yellow everywhere, the branches are golden and fruity, and the crops in the field are fragrant. Praise as wine, dedicated to you to taste first. The poetry of October flows like a great river, gushing through the clouds.
The most beautiful is October, the girl dances, the guy is handsome, the aunt dances square dance, and the uncle swings the book Spring and Autumn. People gathered together in the passion square to sing their throats, and everyone gathered together to roar Qin. The flag is planted on the roof and the flowers in front of the door are fragrant. The streets are lit up like the New Year, and the village mouth beats gongs and drums to celebrate the harvest!
October's poetry is out, October's singing is not enough!
14. The Poem of October
Text/Open Wing (Ningxia)
In October, the earth is covered with gold leaf. I hesitate, hesitate, should my footsteps be stepped on, will they take root, sprout, or not think of making progress, sitting on yesterday's merit book and dozing off?
Maple leaves are red, some say like blood, the same color as the red flag rolling in October; some people say like fire, fallen leaves are flammable substances accumulated in autumn, ignited by a wave of enthusiasm. It was extinguished by another wave of enthusiasm.
The stone of October, the teeth of Helan Mountain, gradually deserted, chewing the poetic loneliness of autumn wind and autumn rain. The flowing water feast of life has sent away how much time and heroic past to ride away. Looking at the vastness of the right leg with the eyes of the left hand, the hundred-foot-high oil pine erected a ladder for those who are worried about the world to go up and down and seek.
15. Above the landscape
Above the landscape, there are pastoral gardens, there are chapters of cultivation and harvest, there are poems and distant places.
From a page of red logs, through the meandering flow, the puzzle of preset color blocks, the overlapping combination of landscapes and morning light, listening to the sounds of far and near, once in line with the scene of sowing and harvesting. The spoonful of cold spring in the valley still freshens the soul because it has passed through the last material cliff.
Forget the concerted sound of the piano, sweep up the petals of the falling pen, yesterday's old things sway with the wind, and who to talk with under the sunset.
Unload the footsteps of the hoe and plough, see the bean seedlings on the west wall, and look at the winter chrysanthemums planted on the east hedge, which depict the wind bones of the season. A little know, with what kind of beauty to cut close to the landscape and idyllic style. Just plant the feeling into the scenery in the eyes, even if you hug each other for a night, you can also open up the color everywhere.
At the age of sunset, I also want to find a rut that was cultivated in the past, and pile the dried straw into a carved sand tower, although the sand grains fall off and groan in the pain of reluctance, the lights experienced have always been lit with a wisp of persistence, and on the high flag like a sunflower, there is a look of twilight.
Treasure the gratitude that surges with deep feelings in the depths of the heart, and in the intoxication above the landscape, look forward to the vision of never aging.
16. Above the landscape
The sky is high above the mountains and rivers, the stars are endless, and the world knows a little geometry. Slightly small to the twelve constellations, destined for the heavens. Tai Dou held up a mirror to explore the mysteries of the universe and discovered it in his lifetime, but the more he learned, the more ignorant Descartes became. Metaphysics, however, is not a stop of knowledge. Ignorance stimulates the desire for knowledge. People, with their disobedient nature, have long had dreams of flying. The Dunhuang murals show a grand plan, and the ancestral calendar is in the sun, moon, yin and yang. Ask the day, do not avoid visiting visitors. For a long time, Ling Yunzhi, Kunpeng spread its wings for ninety thousand miles, and soared upwards. The Wings of Steel strike the long sky, the Zhuhai Airshow blooms with aerial ballet, Bayi, Red Eagle, and Wings of Heaven, each leading the way. Goofy knows the vastness of the blue sky, and the far side knows the future. Ambition, inching forward, steps, not listening to the advice of the puffy sparrows, and aiming at space, appetite, ten thousand years too little, acceleration. Shenzhou pioneer, travel around to explore the way, long march mission family, obey the order to be ready, no need to count, jade rabbit kiss Chang'e, five-star red flag soothes loneliness, lover is unharmed. Tiangong is busy socializing, and the succession is continuous. Tianhe, applying for a long-term residence permit, can not resist the Charm of China.
17. The Poetry of October
October is the most beautiful moment in nature, all the blooming flowers bear fruit, gold smears October from head to toe, spring flowers and summer words are composed into autumn songs, and the fragrant taste is drunk on you and me.
In October, the sky is often full of clouds, the morning sun and the sunset are intertwined, the mountains and rivers contrast, the eagle spreads its wings in the sky, and the horses and cattle and sheep run in the vast grassland.
In October, every corner of the republic is loudly sung and the bunting flags flutter. History begins to rewrite from this season, a great era has finally arrived, every Chinese son and daughter is full of happiness and expectations, and the east where the sun rises leads the future of mankind!
October is the season to remember the martyrs and find the soul entrustment, to comfort those heroic martyrs who are buried in the mountains and rivers of the motherland, to find distant backs and footprints, in the long winds and waves, in the mud and forests...
October is the ocean of songs, the excitement of poetry, the praise and singing of those hearts, those who often smile and kind eyes, giving people warmth and strength, and giving pride and strength to the times!
18. Seasons, elongated memories
Seasons, elongated memories.
The thoughts of the seal flowed long in the last maple leaf! Cold dew, frost falling, broke the last maple leaf implicated. Fiery red maple leaves, through the hardships of wind and rain, hanging on the thin branches are bleeding flames.
A fiery heart, a quenched gall. No matter where it floats, it is a flame, burning thoughts, extending the season from autumn to spring mountain! The rivers of autumn melt into a rushing stream of sunset. Keeping the red of autumn is the seal left by life. The wilderness, the style of Zhangqiu, the wandering Chanjuan in the mountains and rivers.
Stranded at the intersection of the seasons, from the tender green of the wheat seedlings, the iron plough was plucked out to cut through the snow waves. A whip opens the field, and the next pulls out a new green. This is the most dazzling memory in the world! In the late autumn frost, the love that waddled out was on the earthen wall. I looked for the fireworks, the deep thoughts, tied the season to the persimmon tree outside the door, and let the fire red, the fiery red become a long memory.
Anchor the seasons and tie the bindings. Pick up a handful of grass in the dirt and treasure it in your memory. Look at the mountains and wilderness, the drizzle is dense as a hemp. And look at the thin snowflakes, swaying. In time, carved immortal fairy tales! Let the dream come back to mind. Snowflakes, who are fighting the fire and can't sleep for a long time, are reborn in the fire, and miss feathers into eternal poetry butterflies.
19. Bring a window to warm the sun
Text/Guo Yueqin (Shaanxi)
The wind and rain are gentle, but the heart is unusually warm. Still immersed in the harbor of love, there is no flowery vocabulary only a quiet, no complex foil only a simple.
It was you who opened the door of my soul and walked together on the top of the happy mountain and the river. It was you who poured out your passion and left behind the most unforgettable and moving poem of my life.
There is also a sense of mystery in the quiet place, wordless is also a magical picture, the clock ticks like flowing water in front of the eyes, connecting the thoughts and concerns between each other one by one.
With a window of warm sunshine, the heart is full of spring. There are no more regrets about the beauty of the distance, and the feeling is that the wine in the overflowing cup is drunk and sweet. The accompaniment of the morning wind is still singing in the ears, but the bottom of the heart is sprinkled with warm sunshine everywhere. Looking up at the blue sky, the sky is high and far away, and the autumn sunshine always gives people warmth. The garden is silent and leisurely, wordlessly interpreting the story of nature...
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1. Autumn chill
Don't ask the autumn flowers, the hagi flowers win the snow; don't ask whether the wild goose has embarked on the final road.
At the ferry of time, we can still meet a few real confidants, and how long can we drift on the river of years to draw a perfect circle.
Don't ask whether the maple leaves have been stained red in the western sky; don't ask the cicadas, how many unfulfilled wishes there are.
Middle-aged people have a siege in their hearts, others can't come in, they can't go out. If you miss the season, you miss the blossoming of flowers, and as far as you can see, it is the mountains and rivers that are withering day by day. Life has been covered with wind and frost. There are no more psalms of the wind and snow moon.
In the second half of life, our opponents are only ourselves. Playing with yourself is: mindset, habits and health.
"Because we have time to be seriously young, we must grow old seriously."
Autumn is deep, the cold dew is coming, the station of life, how much is left? I want to say that I am still resting, but I say that it is cool and autumn!
2. Above the landscape
The mountain, the mountain, is not limited to height. Water, the water, is not bound to the depth. Since ancient times, there have been clouds, mountains are not high, and immortals are named. The water is not deep, there are dragons and spirits.
A stone, whether beautiful or ugly, can be piled up into a wall and stand on a thousand feet, and the five mountains can be used to cover the red city; it can be as high as "not daring to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in the sky." Because, the stone contains tenacity and momentum!
A pinch of water, no matter how turbid, can merge into a gushing river and sea. The lone sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, only to see the skyline of the Yangtze River; or, the long wind and waves will sometimes hang directly on the clouds and sails to the sea. Because, a drop of water can refract the colorful light, and each molecule inherits the surging and vastness of water!
People can be ordinary, but the realm can override the mountains and rivers. Be the greatness of the ordinary, and enjoy the transcendence of life. Step into the red dust, open-minded outside the red dust, the temperament can be Maitreya Buddha, everything is comfortable!
3. Autumn cold
Step into late autumn! Stand at the port of the season. Touching the romantic branches of spring, the warmth of summer flowers falling to the ground.
Count the colorful and slender time and hold the time you have experienced in your arms. Sitting in the late autumn when the maple leaves are red, listening to the rain pounding on the windowsill, watching everything begin to settle.
The leaves drift away, following the cold. Go find your own home. The geese had already flown south, knowingly avoiding the sword of winter. Afraid of the sharp edge of the sheath, stabbing the back!
Yesterday's cicadas have shut up their mouths to cultivate! The loud frog chirping, at this moment closed the sound, no longer drumming the clamor! Everything
There seemed to be a pause.
The fields rippled with the fragments of the cut stubble leaves. Reeds are slight, gently wearing reeds, dressing themselves beautifully, no cheers, no flower palanquin quietly married to autumn.
On the fruit trees, the persimmons that are as enthusiastic as fire are still so warm. The intoxicating lanterns hanging high and low are exactly in harmony with the maple forest, and the dots are linked into a red ocean.
Autumn cold, the chrysanthemum garden of the eastern fence, in the white frost is jinser fifty strings for no reason, playing a new curved water flow! Listen carefully to the earnestness, the cold autumn cold and silent spell point becomes a hotline!
Entering the late autumn, the harsh winter is approaching, and the snow of the rest of the life belongs to Xiao Ser and Ming. Life is cold and autumn, mulberry is late, remember autumn, lead autumn, do not give up autumn, autumn and autumn are unforgettable.
Walk into the cold autumn, sparse wilderness. Grazing Qing Huan Since the world is thousands... Everything is a passer-by! There are dreams of spring, fiery summer! In the face of the extension of cold autumn, the severe cold of winter, it is just a rhythm of continuation...
4. The Poetry of October
Open the october scrolls and you will be greeted by majestic and brilliant lines of poetry! The birthday of the motherland will thrill the fiery hearts of many people! The five-star red flag flying high, reflected under the blue sky, a gust of fresh wind, dyeing the bright red color all over the land of Shenzhou, the whole world celebrates, the whole country rejoices, the flowers are like the sea, the songs are like the tide, the songs and dances are carried, and the grand scene of singing and dancing is rising!
In the poetry of October, who can express the surging of the heart, and who can describe the grateful time of every second?!
History has proved, and is still proving today, that only the Communist Party can make the people stand up, get rich, and become strong; only by strengthening the "four self-confidences" and doing a good job of "two safeguards" can we rejuvenate the nation and realize the great dream of the yellow descendants; only by always listening to the party and following the party can we stand proudly in the glorious hall of the nations of the world!
The poem of October is a hearty ode to the motherland, that is, "Without the Communist Party, there would be no new China", "Motherland, dear mother"...
5. Chongyang Festival
The golden autumn brings more warm colors, and there is comfort, warmth and melting.
The sky is high and cloudless, and the autumn wind willfully sways the ripe season!
Looking high and far, mountains and mountains, water and water, mountains and rivers, don't have a cave sky! The peaks overlap and overlap, the trees have receded, wearing charming multicolored costumes, dancing gracefully in the autumn wind, flowers raising their last smiling faces in the sun, and clusters of grass standing up straight waists and waving thin arms, as if bidding farewell to late autumn! A small river jumps in the mountains, singing songs and running into the distance!
Climbing mountains and wading through the water, step by step up the highest mountain, the heart, especially tranquility.
Nine nine heavy yang, now and heavy yang, everywhere Ju'er is very fragrant! Pray for the blessing of the mother of the motherland, pray for the blessing of the world, pray for the relatives, pray for the friends...
6. The Poetry of October
At the top of the mountain in October, watching the autumn fruits fall back to the roots of the trees, listening to the birds perching branches and singing, I and a group of people with dreams, against the clear morning sun, walked on the straight Yongdao of Shicui Mountain, caught a red intoxicating fruit, and tasted it with my most devout love.
Walking in October, like this clear, like this cold, like this juice permeates the sweet aroma of the air, the wind presses the harmonica, Ma Zhuangyuan's song "Into Xing'an" has become a nostalgia that penetrates into the bone marrow, and the corners of a group of people's rosy eyes are slowly filled with a touch of strong affection.
Yesterday, Haoran Ting spoke the cheerful whispers of the ideal, emanating from a fruit tree that grew in a stone crack, from the wings of a bird, and from the arrogance of a group of people who "moved the mountain with foolishness."
Penetrating this blue, crimson and bright color, the soft light that slowly slid down from the high green cover illuminated the hearts of all the staff of the Dular Breeding Farm.
I don't like the sound of mountains and rocks breaking, but I like to listen to Xu Bin and his gang talk about the process of healing the mountains—imagining the intersection of tragedy and joy, and uncovering the secrets of the new life in the process of alternating the old and the new.
"A good man and three gangs", people with ideals, no matter the season, as long as the group of people behind them are united, the goal has a poetic meaning.
In the rivers and lakes of October, at the mouth of the confluence of the Halaqin River and the Jiaoliu River, we listened to the joy and laughter of the two rivers and listened to the Tao'er River, which looked forward to the return of nine and nine, and sang for a long time.
The Tao'er River is the direction of the rushing current, just like the ideals of Xu Bin and his gang, after being written by Mr. Yang Guan's Zen, some alienation gradually disappeared, and those kind cares began to slowly approach. The poetry of October is becoming what we love. The future of the Durallian seed farm is unfolding a grand blueprint.
Persistence and tenacity are growing into a stubborn fruit tree, and it is ecstatic. Imagining the beauty waving in the distance, it is like waiting for a green order, waiting for everything to grow
7. Chongyang Festival
Walk in Chongyang! Between the red, orange, yellow and green, the fluttering style lengthens the line of poetry.
The time of Chongyang and the colorful fallen leaves are paved with splendid embroidery. The ground was golden, and the top of the head tilted under the ten thousand rays of light. Falling on the eyebrows, the spring flowers and autumn in the years are really singing low.
Chongyang crawled on the cheek and kissed the warmth of this carrying smile. The dripping agarwood of the years lubricates many unforgettable thoughts.
Chongyang, the tall cocoon, is inserted in the head. One less person's time, thoughts hang on the clouds. Dancing to clear the shadow blades, it became the light chasing the stars!
Chongyang, whispering in the red maple, carved the time he never forgot on the stone. Where the clear spring flows, the blue and the clouds hug each other, detailing the fiery dreams that once had been in the vicissitudes of the mulberry fields.
Chongyang, the season of suffering, is now round and full of time. Frost flowers condense into ice crystals, and chrysanthemum petals are all words and phrases.
The beautiful appearance of the flowers, the grace of the fruits, the tragic fall of the leaves. The broken threads that are hurt by the wind are moored in the middle of the water! Let a rain of smoke and rain learn!
A world of reunion and reunion. A cup of Phoenix MingChun, swaying in the years...
8. Chung Yang Festival
Years and years of heavy yang, now heavy yang.
Ascend to the far side, and put the wine on the east fence.
The yellow flowers in the hometown are very fragrant!
The autumn sky is vast and the autumn water is clear.
Plant everywhere, miss your distant relatives and friends, and drink a cup of chrysanthemum.
The autumn breeze is fluttering, and the relatives in the north, holding a branch of the cocoon, whether they return with frost flowers.
Maple leaves such as Dan, red lotus incense residue.
Can you pick a bunch of cloud brocade, soak the autumn water for a long day, and write a page of letterhead, so that the geese who have returned from the south can be brought to the south of the south.
Dead leaves are like butterflies, and reeds are like snow.
Not to say that the late autumn is lonely, not to complain about the withering of the mountains and rivers, but only to be grateful, parted, and remembered in the poetry classics of the deceased. I believe that all good will be reborn in Nirvana when the flowers bloom.
Life is easy to get old and hard to get old
The autumn of life, on the way to getting old, must become better.
For example: become a red maple, a fruit, a dead lotus.... Soothed to last beauty. Another example is fireworks taking off, doing everything in their power to release the last of the glory. The kind of energy that pierces through the years.
Chongyang intends to be late, carrying a pure juvenile heart, containing the laughter and tears of the past. Like the chrysanthemums of autumn, firmly walk into the fiery sunset.
A few degrees of sunset red, warm and calm, it is the most beautiful one in the sunset!
9. Above the landscape
There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people on people! In that vast forest sea, above the mountains and rivers, there lives a ranger family, which is the eye of this square hundreds of miles!
The young man is a veteran, and he does not retire! I put my daughter, who had just turned three years old, in foster care with her parents, and took her wife to the top of this mountain and began a lifelong career as a forest ranger! Guard the primeval forest around you!
A cozy thatched hut is his and his wife's villa! Next to the thatched hut is a tall watchtower. Standing on the ride, the snow white clouds are around you, and you can pick the sun, moon and stars with your hands! The mountains are lush at the foot, thousands of small rivers, streams in the mountains cheering and rushing to the sea!
The duty of the ranger is to prevent fire and theft, report abnormal situations to the command headquarters in time, and quickly stop losses!
Young rangers stand on tall watchtowers every day, carrying out their missions! Looking at the drifting clouds, his heart sometimes follows the clouds to the far side, and in the distance there are comrades he misses, and his relatives!
Time flies! In the blink of an eye, young rangers have been working diligently on this uninhabited mountain for thirty years! During this period, the big forest he guarded never had a major fire or logging accident! The responsibility of rangers is higher than that of mountains and rivers!
He was young and he wasn't young anymore! His wife is also three thousand green silk stained with white frost, and his daughter has also graduated from college!
The somewhat hunchbacked ranger finally said goodbye to his "thatched hut villa", said goodbye to the watchtower he had guarded for decades, and took his wife out of the mountain and into the home of his parents who had been separated for many years! Step into modern life!
But I can't get out of my memories...
10. Seasons, elongated thoughts
It is said that autumn is the season of harvest, and I, silently watching this autumn, do not know if there is a harvest!
The road is long, the love is leisurely, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't have a taste in your heart!
Once a vow, once a promise, once a rendezvous, once a rainbow after a rain, once a gentle and gentle, is it lost by you over time?
The autumn wind is rising again, I, dressed in red, in the posture of falling leaves, talk to you in the air, why don't I see your half-echo?
Standing on the chrysanthemum stage, I remembered the dark fragrance brought to me by the different chrysanthemums, and I was intoxicated!
Looking at the pieces of clouds in the sky, I want to grab a drifting cloud and go with it!
It's night, the stars are dotted, the moon is crooked, I don't know if you are with me to guard this curved moon, sharing my thoughts and pains!
Perhaps, there is no chance to meet in this life, and can only slowly miss this dream of the next life...
11. Autumn cold
Since stepping into the threshold of autumn, the rain has not stopped, and the sun and moon have long disappeared. The rain of day and night has silenced the moths and singing insects. The wings of the wind are too heavy, the yellow leaves do not dance out of the autumn scene, the autumn flowers do not bloom, and the soft persimmons are snatched away by the flock of birds.
In the autumn of this year, you must bring umbrellas when you go out, and the sudden heavy rain has destroyed too many homes in Yu, Jin, and Shaanxi. Hail and rain and snow raged, crushing the autumn harvest and the farmer's wish for a year. The costumes on the street have become the art exhibition of the four seasons, and the cotton jackets in winter have become the scenery prematurely.
Autumn, originally a layer of forest dyeing, chrysanthemum brilliant, originally a harvest of smiling faces, a call for happiness, autumn cold is also the breathing of the seasons and the change of the years. But this year's autumn has made many farmers feel cold and uneasy.
The longest rain line has been continuous, winding people's suffocating heart petals, sunlight, air and water is the origin of life, people do not have the characteristics of fish in the water to survive, autumn cold is not a disaster, but the endless rain will make maturity and harvest a disaster, I hope that this year's winter has a little more warmth, so as to bake wet wings and make it revitalize the blue sky!
In the eyes of the literati and inkers, Qiu Han now has infinite reverie, and there will be too many sentimentalities, praises and thoughts.
An old window, wrapped in a warm sun, that is the open heart of a previous life. An old door, full of verdant eyes, is the edge and corner carefully carved by the ancestors. Rows of old trees, an old house and the owner stubbornly insisted, only for future generations to enjoy the lush shade.
Walking into the small courtyard of the headmaster, I clung to an old wall and listened to its silent heart. That old wall records the recuperation of Xujiatun's old and young generations, and records the joy and happiness of Principal Fang's family and the civilization and elegance passed down from generation to generation.
Several old friends walked through the old gate and unveiled a period of historical desolation. With an old window, a hundred years alternate, joy and well-being. Count the clouds, and wake up slowly, count the years, and get the warm sun.
The lying green yarn tent, the autumn fruit that is lifted up, the plump stone cuishan mountain, the poetic Haoran Pavilion, the yearning for a better future, the enthusiastic and simple Dular liang seed farm workers, how like the autumn sun gathered, with a window of warmth, simple and natural, Taoran tranquility, enough small shock.
13. Above the landscape
Above the mountains and rivers, the children of the earth, the dream of walking the pen is burning. The immortality of the vast, the reincarnation of the four seasons. The years of replacement of the old and the new are joined together by the morning sun and the sunset to form a rushing light.
The words recorded in the spring have grown vigorously through the lush greenery. The jointed wings, the wings of the phoenix, are embellished with the starlight of the struggle. The wind and rain that surround the peaks and mountains cut out the seven-colored light and pull into a rainbow sunset.
The meandering waters flow to the shore, and the birds sing the branches of the light. The symphony of Yang Spur Horse composes a large and endless chorus. The spirit of the object, the spring branch jumps out of joy. Peach apricot tugged at the season that was given to Fury, and thankfully prostrated the landscape and water.
Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, continue to write the love of life. The lofty mountains and mountains are stacked into a mighty and handsome, thousands of waters, light and colorful, silently benefiting the green square of the fertile fields. The low-key morning light treads all over the landscape, drapes the stars and wears the moon, and enlightens the awakened eyes with wisdom.
Strange sounds, drawing the most beautiful documents. The style of the interlude, the landscape embraces the light of time, silently blessing and life. Carnival is a time of sweat and bubbles, sitting on the cool soul, waiting for the golden yellow until death, so that the mountains and rivers are unharmed.
The formula of expecting sowing and harvesting, the proportional formula, the step of calculation, is the combination of industriousness and technology. The feelings of the landscape and water are undoubtedly raised by the figure of the light, and the former servants and successors have built the charm of the East with their youthful blood!
The footsteps of chasing dreams, stepping on the thunderbolt fire, burning red blue sky light. The flying boat crossed the galaxy, shook hands with the clouds, and rested in the space station. At this moment in the Milky Way, the stars are dancing, and the long sleeves are whispering together. The future verses, from the ink of the landscape, the words are all shocking light!
14. Seasons, elongated thoughts
The helpless dead willow by the river, the sunset pity her stiff branches, the north wind combing the sparse roots of her hair, that is me.
The always warm Summer quietly brought back the taste of longing, and the farewell that overturned in the spring cold whispered in Li Shangyin's "Jinse".
The withering of the winter petals picks up the touching story and irons out the tear marks, and the easy-to-understand memorial after the memorial lifts a kind of height, and the awakening after sleeping whispers, pain, and who can blame.
There are beautiful poems and witty sayings, from the small scriptures of time, a tree of red beans between the eyebrows, in order to reach the landscape in the poem, flip through all the depths, collect the dark incense to and fro a place, and beautifully meet. Twenty-two years of intercourse is long enough, but it is only a gap of words.
In the strangeness of the heart, who will claim this endless nostalgia. In a dream, you can no longer wake up the eternal sleep on the ground, if there is a way in heaven, can it take you home?
Seasons, stretched thoughts. "The sky is not old, and it is difficult to be emotional. The heart is like a double wire mesh, and there are thousands of knots." (Song. Zhang Xian)
The sky is clear, and a rainbow of tears hangs in the sky...
15. Seasons, stretched thoughts
Time flies, the years fly by, the seasons change, and the late autumn comes. Time, the passage of memories, seasons, stretched the thoughts.
It is also late autumn, but also the rain continuously, the autumn of 2015, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, August 24, the beloved mother because of a serious cold, throat full of thick phlegm, in the rural health center hospital treatment, due to medical equipment restrictions, the next day, the health center will transfer my mother to the county First People's Hospital intensive care unit for treatment, a few hours later, the hospital notified, said that my mother organ failure, there is no other problem, but the thick phlegm is born again, it is recommended to go home to recuperate, so we follow the doctor's advice to take my mother back to her hometown, On that day, the wind and rain did not stop, the weather was cold, along the way, the mother suffered too much torture, the sister-in-law cooked porridge for the mother to drink, on the morning of August 26, the ninety-four-year-old mother finally left us forever due to throat phlegm. Mother traveled west, and our tears flowed like autumn rain. Now, six years later, whenever late autumn comes, looking at the distant sky, my thoughts will always rise in the air.
Seasons, stretched long thoughts, autumn harvest, hometown rice fields, mountains, vegetable gardens, autumn is strong, autumn colors are pleasant. When my mother was alive, every autumn, I always remember my mother rushing to harvest and rush to catch seeds, harvesting rice, picking tea, digging sweet potatoes, growing vegetables, playing firewood, and raising poultry. Nowadays, every time I go back to my hometown, see the remains of my mother, see the farm tools used by my mother's labor, and see the landscape rice field vegetable garden in my hometown, my mind will always come up with the figure of my mother's hard work, my memory is awakened one by one, and my thoughts are stretched and extended. Mother in heaven, are you doing well now? When late autumn comes, infinite time and space will always stretch my thoughts.
16. Seasons, elongated thoughts
Seasons, stretched thoughts. I waited bitterly in my thoughts. Acacia can not meet each other, the end of the world is far away. There is no chance to meet, and the elongated thoughts are the most beautiful feast that fate gives you and me.
I covet your smile, you love my psalms, and in this life I can have such a love of the city, a long thought, born without regrets, dead without complaint.
Remembering that year, thousands of miles of blue sea and sky, clouds and smoke, thousands of miles of love dragon and phoenix rolls. At the first sight, the peach blossoms burned and flowed far away. Looking at Junyan, Ling Bo is like a fairy. In the psalms, there is a rhyme, Haoyue Chanjuan. Step on the landscape and continue the dust edge.
Tonight, the churning thoughts are pulled back to the past. I gently lay down the case file, holding a green silk pen in my hand, and drunkenly moaning ink on the edge of the ink. At the end of the pen, the hatred is short, and the regret is fully revealed.
Junyu hugged the pipa and half-covered his face, shyly played the strings, smelled a song, and got drunk in the night mountains and rivers.
Dye incense sticks, sing far away, a little bit away from sorrow, and a few acacia babbling clear springs of knowledge.
Seasons, elongated thoughts, I flicked dust and smoke in my dreams, who was bound in the heart of the bones. Whoever wields a stroke of the pen and spreads on the mountains and rivers, who waves his sleeve and smiles, and the incense fills the heavens and the earth.
The meaning is thick, and the look back is the sweetest. The moon is full of flowers, and a drunken red face is played softly. When we meet, the night is short, and the endless shadows are sleepless.
17. Please have a glass of chrysanthemum wine
The sky is blue and blue, the clouds are white like cotton, the distant mountains are green, the water is leisurely, the yellow chrysanthemums are like gold, the dazzling companions travel; the chrysanthemums are paved with chrysanthemums, the visitors are endlessly walking and stopping to enjoy the chrysanthemum exhibition, the fragrance is floating for ten miles to provoke the butterfly sniffing; the square table, beckoning, please jun a cup of chrysanthemum wine!
A glass of turbid wine is a thousand miles away, and Yan Ran has not returned to the house. The people who have traveled all over the mountains and rivers are not old, and they say goodbye to jun. The grass is green everywhere, and the maple leaves are red and red and frosted. Wind and rain have been tempered, proud frost and snow laughing peonies, autumn fruits are dotted with fragrance, and persimmons are hung high like red lanterns. The ears of the ground bear ripe seeds, the dandelions hold umbrellas and fly far away, the pines are green and green, and the ridiculous sycamore leaves fall all over the ground.
Don't go, don't go, the scenery here is more windy, sit and chat, I invite Jun a glass of chrysanthemum wine! Remember the day of late autumn, no matter where you live, play in thousands of mountains and rivers, don't forget here, there was once a glass of chrysanthemum wine!
Drink a glass of chrysanthemum wine with Jun, and the deep friendship between you and me will last forever!