In recent months, by the influence of the study group began to read an ancient poem every day, the inner more and more like. As a daily diet, consciously read and then slowly digested and absorbed into the nutrition, even if today read tomorrow forget the day after tomorrow memory does not exist, but experience the moment of life, especially before going to bed chanting or reciting a poem, word for word fantasy of a certain mood, just for this moment of deep quiet pleasure or as a treat it is also worth it.
"Pillow poetry and books on the good idle place, the door landscape rain to good". This is a very good poetic picture, a day, a poem, a scene, a little embellishment, as if life everywhere are articles. Poetry and books moisten the heart, and the meaning is long, no matter how long the nourishment of knowledge and culture soaks in, as long as we can start to incorporate such images into a part of our lives, it is pleasant enough. If you don't read poetry every day, it's not enough; if you don't turn over articles for a few days, it's a waste of time; if you're thirsty for knowledge, you'll be intoxicated by it, and you'll be able to slowly build up a self-compassionate and self-indulgent "poetic life", and it's not an enviable thing!
Comparison of regret that he woke up late, black hair do not know hard work early, white head regret reading late. Now start to follow a few groups to learn, only to realize how little I know, more ashamed of their own reading too few books. In the past, so much time how to ineffective socialization, boredom day blind work wasted it? On the other hand, I think and secretly glad that I have not been confused to the end, so cherish the moment, there is such a good learning circle live to old age, learn to old age, nothing to listen to the class, read poetry and books is how the right choice! "Reading history makes one wise, reading poetry makes one spiritual", in my bones I am still a rough man, no university experience or further education and infiltration, only intermittent, cold and hot temporary clasp to self-study some practical subjects, after all, junior high school graduation to join the work of society as a melting pot is completely a little bit of correction of their own, to be honest! Deep down in the heart of the inner learning drive is too little, learn a little fur is also with the purpose of utilitarian to decorate the belly of the empty shell child, from the real learning goal is too far from too poor, so far there is still not the slightest breath dare to say that they are loving or that is to say that is the essence of the heart of the learning molecules, then a scholar of the style of the Scholar is even more unattainable. Because I know that their "learning" has always been like a lame juggling show, or like practicing boxing just learned a little three-kick kung fu, neither in the look nor use, before and after there are enough perfunctory to cope with the ingredients. Just like I bought a thick set of Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Chinese fugue series of books and so on always dusty in the lonely bookshelf as very little dyeing reading, set up that is just a facade to try to show that they are not an ignoramus attached to elegance in general ridiculous. The key is that their hearts have never been quiet down seriously into the beautiful world of poetry, for the literary literacy is low and I am like the height of the mountains and clouds, Yangchun Baixue.
It is shameful that now the elementary school students early to read the classic sage article, more schools require daily reading of an ancient poem, see the circle of friends is also popular in the country, what Xi "Analects", "University", "Medievalism", Yangming psychology and so on, it has become a trend. See, hear, feel, experience, all this if not read some excellent classical poetry really want to be eliminated by society, because I know a handful of years old and then talk about the past and present for fear of not as good as a few years old children. If you feel that other people can be able to write, exported, calm and collected, exhale like orchids temperament style, compared to their own elasticity, speculation uneasy is a little shabby. The book to use the party hate less ah, indiscriminately are very difficult, such as people often say, "the belly has poetry from the Hua", the turn of the people a mouth to know whether "water goods", so in the United States I love my often abusive: go out and talk less, you can pretend to be deep, don't talk about a few words to reveal the truth. Do not talk about a few words to reveal! Oh, I countered: you say that is English, Chinese is not my shallow to such a point? In the past, I was naive and not good at talking, but now I know how to learn, so I can't look down on people with my old eyes!
I can't remember who said: "Your temperament hides the road you've traveled and the books you've read". Understanding this sentence, I feel that there is a direction of learning, no longer like a blind man feeling the elephant by feeling, it suddenly realized that often read some ancient poems is the most subtle change in a person's temperament. The challenge is to gnaw on the hard core, some people may think that it is a little difficult, boring, even obscure, in the fast-paced life of modern society, to read ancient poetry is a little out of place or noble. But I still stubbornly think, want to be gentle and elegant, want to add some literary aura and charm, in poetry and song, traditional classical, masterpieces in the infiltration must be more able to less perverse and paranoid, more soft and gentle; less impatient, more nurturing of interest; less frivolous and vulgar, more certainty and clarity; less mouth, more connotation, more substance; less chasing fame and fortune, more elegance and quietness; less opportunistic camp, more Character **** Ming, less tendency, more moral responsibility; less selfish distractions, more family and national feelings ...... All the long-term cultivation, all the taste chanting, all the ink fragrance, all the accumulation of precipitation, will shape a unique self and the literati high style and integrity, is it not their own want, the pursuit of the mood? I think the more experience we have in life, the more we will be able to experience. I think the more experience in life, the stronger this desire will be.
Learning and then knowing insufficient. When the more living more transparent understanding of the time, will also be more and more sure that we often say that: primary happiness is the joy of the body, that is the warmth of the material desire. The intermediate happiness is the happiness of the spirit, that is poetry and song, chess, calligraphy and painting, traveling around the world. Of course, the advanced happiness is the happiness of the soul, have high faith, and have to pay dedication, so that others are happy because of their own existence to achieve the highest and most good realm. Then we have time to read books, understand the way to understand the reason, purify the sentiment, joy and peace of mind, or can lead to influence others, can not be classified as the practice of the talent, wisdom, spiritual practice, the practice of the soul? Perhaps at first reading those classical collections or ancient poetry have a sense of tedium, perhaps shallow, bitter, like a strong wine into the throat, spicy and difficult to swallow, but sink your mind, patience, pondering and pushing, cutting taste, it is like a clear tea to moisten the mouth, once the sweetness of the cheeks and teeth, the aftertaste is endless, unspeakable. I spend one to twenty minutes a day through the recent habit to read the ancient masterpieces, their own experience would like to say: only the fragrance of the book can be far-reaching, poetry in the world of Qiankun, so that the aroma of the book infiltrated their souls, there will be a day into a poem, life is fascinated by the time of shallow drunkenness of the state of mind.
When there is a love and understanding, the more you understand the benefits of opening a book. Think about it, regardless of ancient and modern, reading has always been the lowest threshold to the noble, may also be the lowest cost of investment, become the best path to realize class retrogression. Zeng Guofan said: "the temperament of people, due to birth, it is difficult to change, but reading can change its temperament." Then as an amateur temperament, read more ancient poems, you can travel through time and space for thousands of years, and the ancients on the language of the heart, so that the heart is open, the book accompanied by the soul, the spirit of the world, the possibility of enriching the life of the extension of knowledge, optimization of the mind. Can love the pure style of ancient poetry, broad mood, the ultimate sensibility, just to make up for ironing out the crowded sense of anxiety of our current life, the flood of information, the rhythm of urgency. If you think about it, whether the expression of various emotions in classical literature or the scenery than the rise, that heroic, nostalgic, sad, desolate, nostalgic, lovesickness, idle feelings, intestinal break, release, philosophy, scenery and so on the category, in our consciousness are beautiful, long aftertaste of the nourishment. Proudly again, dare to say that the world of literature and who does not marvel at China's thousands of years of ancient poetry that the beauty of the sound, the beauty of the word, the beauty of the word, the beauty of the sentence, the beauty of the rhyme, the beauty of the portrayal of the beauty of the expansion of the beauty of the beauty of the awakening of the beauty of the beauty of the **** Ming the beauty and so on recognized as the first of its kind? Ancient poetry is rich and subtle, profound and magnificent, vast and vastness of the literati and writers at home and abroad admiration and admiration! Just as I saw "Lands apart, sky shared" translated into "mountains and rivers in foreign lands, the wind and moon with the sky," such feelings, immediately moved by the beauty of Chinese classical literature to the heart!
Ancient people have said: "Hungry reading can be meat, cold reading can be fur, good reading can heal the stupid, lonely and reading can be a friend and a friend, the ghost of worry and reading can be when the gold and stone zither also. Nurture the heart is not good desire, as happy as reading". Everyday we are idle reading, sitting alone under the window, a taste of tea, read in the heart of Qiankun, heaven and earth are all edge, do not ask the dream of paradise, do not sigh the impermanence of the world, quietly precipitation of interest, not lack of plum orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums of the gas, it is difficult to have years of loneliness of the confusion, and its serenity, warmth and commonplace, it is so pleasurable to be full of! Moreover, there is a folk proverb: "familiarize yourself with the 300 Tang poems, will not recite poetry will also say". Even if it's a jingle, it's still a fun thing to do! Occasionally in the circle of friends interaction, can be cobbled together to two lines of poetry, I think it is also a stream of clear water, than a point of praise, say a sentence of pale words seems to be much stronger, revealing the personality and writing charm may be more people to pay attention to and give back. The so-called "broad view and about to take, thick and thin hair", will be appreciated!
So, since I read a bit of poetry, I can show off the tug of war to inspire the "inspiration" to make things up:
For example, on Halloween, Melissa in California sent a photo, and wrote:
Camouflage pumpkin lights in front of the house, the owner of the house yells to offer the hospitality of the homeowner to call his companions to ask for sweets, and the strange costumes to lead the show of joy. The house is decorated with pumpkin lamps, the homeowner yells and offers hospitality!
For example, if you look at New York Ji Bin's trip on his own boat, I would write:
It was smooth sailing! The most beautiful scenery in the journey, the sunset and the twilight are all the victory. The waves are rippling, the sea is wide, the sky is blue, let the dragon swim! The wind sail is strong, to the dream of departure!
For example, driving to see the roadside red maple roses, autumn brilliant, will write:
Autumn gas can be sad not necessarily, light cold is the day of the people.
Red leaves are deep love, yellow leaves are joyful, green leaves are gentle and calm transition, the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, that is, the landscape of life!
Falling into the eyes, love.
Love and warmth, quiet and silence, where there is depression?
As far as the eye can see, autumn songs and rhythms, where there is thinness?
For example, go to the park to see the forest, will be associated with drawing on scribbles:
Wild fragrance and fragrance, good wood show and shade, frost and high clean, deep and distant, clear red maple, serene, pure, transparent, viewed in the heart, there is a rhyme of the wind and bones. Where to see the nature of the self, the creation of the intention to get subtle. There is no dust, no gray, no obstacles, there is clean, pure love, honesty, lofty, upright, handsome ......
For example, early morning exercise view of the Central Park lake, around the various colors of trees and buildings, can not help but write a few sentences:
Full of ponds in the autumn water Bihong clarified, the reflection of the mirror dance rainbow. The heart of the fall is like water, and there are no words to describe it.
The forest is full of color, everywhere rotten. The time is peaceful, and the tall buildings, trees, lakes, and people in motion are in natural harmony.
The New York scene has not been appreciated by heart. Time is in a hurry, habitual, look back like the loss of the seasons, the mountains and rivers of bright feelings, but by the trivial daily life, the human fireworks to occupy, indeed, failed to miss a lot of overlooking the "beautiful scenery"!
In fact, the situation with the heart, if you love, where life is lovely. If you are beautiful, life is everywhere. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The realization: a year of good scenery must be remembered, the most is the maple red chrysanthemum yellow time.
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Regardless of good or bad, there are pictures and text sent out in the circle of friends, often get praise, friends with a sentence, talented ah! The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of you, and I'm sure you'll be able to do it. No longer bad, that we are people who like words, began to distinguish from the past image of the big old man, a cultural confidence began to slowly cultivate and take root. Now I can put myself in the air, holding the attitude of learning with enthusiasm, the rest of my life will not be "poetry" it!
It can be said that: the rest of life do not fill with regret, life is not boring to spend, the days do not meet with loose. Purity does not disturb the hustle and bustle, good and soft without fear of indifference, disturbances far away, trouble stays away, cultivate the heart, swim in the text, the book fumigation, time shallow drunk, half fireworks, half poetic, this life can wait, not also fast!
Attachment: recently studied the poetry edited as follows, still thanks to the dedication of Mr. Chen Sifan, many for the work of autumn, so the personal leisure to take pictures of the autumn scenery as an illustration and stay.
The new pavilion is overlooking the vermilion threshold, and the trees are blooming with hibiscus. The fragrance of the morning breeze is far away, and the muggy color of the cold dew is thick. It is a world of dashing, lowly and different faces. I have heard of the metaphor of color and emptiness, who is the creator? The autumn moon is still in full bloom, and the mountain bells are coming from a long way away. The Hibiscus Pavilion" by Liu Zongyuan, Tang Dynasty. In the cold dew season, the cool air is aggravated, the most heart-warming thing is nothing more than someone will advise, add clothes and quilt. In this world, the most valuable thing is companionship, the most heart-warming thing is emotion. Friends, no matter what you are doing, how busy, you have to take care of yourself, if you are tired, know how to slow down, pay attention to rest, take care of the body, health and peace is the biggest blessing.
What is my decline. I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get out of it! The white hair hanging empty three thousand zhang, a smile of the world all things. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I don't know. I see the green mountain is very charming, I expect the green mountain should see me like this. My feelings and appearance are slightly similar. I scratched my head in the east window. I think Yuanming's poem "Stopping the Clouds" is the flavor of the moment. The people in Jiangzuo, who are sober and seeking fame, don't know how to realize the wonderful reason of the turbid mash. When I look back, I call the clouds to fly and the wind to rise. I do not hate the ancients I do not see, hate the ancients do not see my crazy ears. Those who know me, the two or three sons, say that I am worried about my heart. Hexinlang - I am very much in decline" by Song Xin Qiji. Xin Qiji's madness, is a maverick of the super easy and bold. When Xin Qiji was out of office and living in idleness, he still did not change his arrogant nature. There is a kind of madness, is confident and invincible, even through the present and the past, but also do not lose the wild attitude.
Heavy rain fell on Yiyan, white waves, Qinhuangdao fishing boat. The first time I saw a piece of the ocean, I couldn't see it, so I didn't know who I was talking to. The melancholy autumn wind has changed the world again. Mao Zedong's "Wave Tortosa - Beidaihe" has a gloomy autumn wind, but the sky and the earth are vast. In the face of the vast autumn scenery, Mao Zedong had a feeling and wrote this majestic and atmospheric words. The beauty of autumn is in its clarity, height, openness, distance, quietness, purity, depth, thickness and greatness. There is a calmness in the clear and high, there is a depth in the distant, there is a purity in the quiet, and there is a greatness in the thick. The "sullen autumn wind is now again, changed the world", is a description, is a discussion, is also a feeling! Meaning long, lingering rhyme, as if we will lead us to an infinity of space and time, to taste the infinite meaning of the words.
Stopping clouds, thinking of friends and relatives. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid. The eight tables of the same faint, flat land into a river. I have wine, I have wine, I drink in the east window. I wish I could say I miss someone, but I can't get around in my boat. Tao Yuanming's "Four Songs on Stopping the Clouds - Part Two" Tao Yuanming bluntly states that this is a set of poems about missing friends and relatives. The wine bottles are full of clarified new wine, and the first blooming flowers are arranged in the back garden, but my good wishes cannot be realized, sighing helplessly, and sorrow fills my bosom. Instead of becoming sick with longing, it is better to hand over deep regrets to the years. One day, those you can not cross over the hurdles, walking around to fill the level.
Jianghan autumn shadow of the geese first flew, and the guest with a pot on the Cuiwei. The world is hard to meet the opening smile, chrysanthemums must be inserted full head return. But I'm not going to be able to pay for it, I don't need to go up to the city and hate the sunshine. This is the only way in the past and the present, so why should I be alone in Niushan? The Ninth Day of Ascension to Mount Qishan" by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. Life is short, there is no need to shed tears, the world is disturbed, the heart is not sad. More contentment, there will be more happiness, more openness, there will be more relaxation, one or two counting a pound of trouble, a person to see the two free. Any years do not look back, green silk into the frost of youth is difficult to stay, do not compete with the time, do not compete with the troubles. Grasp the time, in time to have fun, do not needless sadness, as long as a world of freedom. The most beautiful sunshine, the beauty of the transcendence of the openness.
Spring water is full of four zephyrs, summer cloud more strange peaks. Autumn moon Yang Minghui, winter ridge show lonely pine. Tao Yuanming's Four Seasons. The winter passed, a spring water overflowing fields and water; summer clouds are unpredictable, mostly as strange peaks rise up, thousands of colors. The autumn moon shines aloud, and all the scenery is covered with a layer of misty colors; a green pine on a high ridge in winter's severe cold shows vitality. The beauty of the four seasons is not in the eyes of the rich, but in the eyes of those who have the heart!
Independent of the cold autumn, Xiangjiang River to the north, Orange Island head. See all the mountains red all over, the forests are dyed; Man Jiang Bitou, a hundred barges competing for the flow. The eagles are flying in the air, the fish are flying in the water, and all kinds of frosty skies are competing for freedom. I am disappointed and ask who is in charge of the vastness of the earth? Bringing a hundred couples had traveled, remembering the past lofty years. Just students of young people, in the prime of life; scholarly spirit, full of vim and vigor. I was a scholar and a man of spirit. I pointed at the mountains and rivers, and I was a man of words, and I was a man of ten thousand vassals. Do you remember when you were in the middle of the current, when the waves were beating the water, when the waves were beating the boats? Mao Zedong "Qinyuanchun - Changsha" Mao Zedong, in his prime, stood alone at the head of Orange Island in late fall on a high and clear day, looking out over the blue water of the Xiangjiang River as it flowed slowly north. He "pointed to the rivers and mountains, and excited words" engraved his feelings for China on the mountains and rivers; he "asked the vast expanse of land, who is in charge of the sinking and floating?" How much wind and bleakness has been revealed in the bewilderment.
The poor live in a widowed man with, when forgetting the four weeks of luck. The doorway is full of fallen leaves, and I know that it is already fall. The new sunflower is in the north, and the ear of grain is in the south. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it in the next few years," he said. I will bring my children with me to my room, and I will go on a long trip on a good day. Tao Yuanming's "Rewarding Liu Chaisang" Liu Chaisang, or Liu Chengzhi, was once the commander of Chaisang. In the fall of this year, Liu Chaisang down Mount Lu to visit Tao Yuanming, mutual poetry and singing, Tao Yuanming then wrote "pay Liu Chaisang" reclusive Tao Yuanming, no personnel should be entertained, and sometimes even forget the change of seasons. Regardless of what kind of situation, peace of mind will always be the most beautiful, happy every day!
The female roses cover the stone wall, and the stream is misty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The cloud is turned into water, and the light is the same as mine. The sun and the moon are swinging their essence, and the sky is empty. The Heart of the Lodge" by Tang Wang Changling. The purple kudzu and chrysanthemum blossom in the cold dew. In the morning, they drink dew from the flowers, and in the evening, they lie quietly under the pines, enjoying the light breeze. In such an environment, Wang Changling said, "The sun and the moon have washed my soul, and the sky and the world feel twice as empty. The plain heart to the autumn, shallow into the eyes. In addition to knowing how to love people, it is important to know how to appreciate yourself. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, in the middle of the blue smoke, under the bright moon, in the dinghy, the first time I saw it. The water is the countryside, the tent is the house, fish soup rice meal often meal also. Wine fills the cups, books fill the shelves, fame and fortune do not hang on the heart. Fishing Songs - Dixie Flower Autumn", Fifth Generation - Li Xun. This is an autumn night in Xiaoxiang, dixie flowers in the wind, the beautiful scenery is like a picture, the river under the moonlight, soft and clear blue, cloud smoke. The main character has just finished fishing, rowing a dinghy on the water. It's really picturesque, like a dream. The clouds and water are the hometown, the poncho is the residence, often eat the home cooking fish soup rice. Cups filled with wine, shelves full of books, cheerful and cozy, its happy, never put fame and fortune on the heart. Life is a long self-indulgence, to please others is just a little smart, every day can please their own happy is the hard way.
Autumn into the clouds and mountains, things are dashing. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. A round of bright moon hangs over the forest. The pine and mash is often used with the wild people, forgetting the shape*** to talk about the idle words. Tesha Xing - Autumn in the Cloudy Mountains" by Song Zhang Whirlwind. This is a colorful picture of a cloudy mountain in autumn. The scenery in the mountain is refreshingly beautiful, competing with each other like a picture. The maple leaves are so many that they color all the mountains, stretching all the way to the edge of the clouds, and in the deep and secluded places of the mountain rocks. Countless chrysanthemums, dotted with sprinkles. The light state of mind and the tranquil moonlight mingled together, is so leisurely and cozy. The temperature is just right, the wind is comfortable and cool, the sunset in the evening, the path covered with fallen leaves and the favorite people, the autumn is really wonderful.
Tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow is more than enough. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The world is tired of being tired of tomorrow, spring and autumn will be old. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. How long can we wait for tomorrow? Please listen to my "Song of Tomorrow" by Ming Qianfu. The fireworks in your heart for tomorrow, you need to use all your energy to light them up, save one point of hard work for today, and tomorrow will be more easy. Each of today's efforts will warm our hearts, so that we can live gracefully and more leisurely. The first thing you need to do is to get a hold of the moment, and don't let it go.
Fly light fly light, persuade a cup of wine. I do not know the green sky high, yellow ground thick. The only thing I can see is that the moon is cold and the sun is warm, and it comes to frying people's lives. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. Where is the God? Where is Taiyi? In the east of the sky, there is Ruomu, a dragon with a candle in its mouth. I will chop off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh, so that it will not be able to return in the morning and will not be able to lie down at night. Naturally, the old will not die and the young will not cry. Why serve gold and swallow white jade? Who is like Mr. Ren, who rides a blue donkey in the clouds? Liu Che's mausoleum is full of bones, and Ying Zheng's coffin is full of abalone. The Bitter Day is Short" by Tang Li He. Li He's madness is the persistent pursuit of time. Since ancient times, no one has not lamented the passage of time and longed to keep it. Behind the extreme wildness is the eternal pursuit of time. If a person is always sixteen or seventeen years old, it would be good, then it is really young and do not know the taste of sadness, even the smallest thing, can be moved to tears for it.
Xiao Xiao wu leaf send cold sound, the river autumn wind moving guest feelings. The children are known to pick and weave, and the night is dark and the hedges are bright. Autumn is the most easy to miss home, living in a foreign land, Ye Shao-weng, in this quiet night to see the autumn wind, naturally also homesick. The falling leaves, the autumn wind, and the cold air accentuate the desolate feeling of wandering and loneliness of the wanderer. Any nostalgia for home is a luxury. The only way to comfort yourself is to go home and suffer in the outside world.
Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the early sun shines high forest. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Tang Changjian, "The Zen Garden Behind the Broken Mountain Temple" The sun rises, the moon sets, the flowers blossom, and all we have is just a few decades. In this vast expanse of heaven and earth, what I most want to have is a beam of early morning light, and never-ending hope. Every morning is worth cherishing, every sunrise is worth remembering, and every ray of light that shines into the soul is worth cherishing. Let us all smile and be full of energy.
Frosty water marks close. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The winds are soft, and the winds are blowing. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Everything is a dream in the end. The butterflies will be worried about the yellow flowers tomorrow. Nanxiangzi? The 9th day of the 9th lunar month" Su Shi. In Su Shi's view, everything in the world is a dream, which becomes empty in the twinkling of an eye; honor and disgrace, wealth and poverty, are all just clouds in the eye; and there is no need to get upset about the flurry of the world's affairs. If fate does not allow themselves to have for, on the wine and pleasure, the rest of his life; if there is an opportunity to show ambition, to work hard for it.
The white clouds on the north mountain, the hermit is happy. The first time I saw you was when I was on my way up, and my heart went out with the geese. The sadness is due to the twilight, the Xing is a clear fall hair. I have seen people returning to their villages, and I have seen them resting on the sandy ferry. The trees in the sky are like chestnuts, and the continent by the river is like the moon. Why should I bring wine to ****drunken Chung Yeung Festival? Tang Meng Haoran's "Autumn Climbing to Orchid Mountain and Sending to Zhang Wu". The color of the mountains in autumn is clear, and I can see far away from the mountains, and I miss my friends, and my sadness seems to grow in the twilight. Bright moonlight, riverside silhouette, waiting for a confidant *** words once magnificent. As the old saying goes, "life, a confidant is enough", in the long life of the river, will always meet with our soul with a few people!
The cold day Xiao Xiao on the trivial window, sycamore should hate the night frost. The wine is more like a tea bitter, dream break preferred Rui brain incense. The fall has ended, the day is still long, Zhongxuan Huaiyuan more desolate. Why don't we get drunk in front of our honored guests and forget the yellow chrysanthemums in the East Fence? Partridge Sky - Cold Day Xiao Xiao on the trivial window" Song - Li Qingzhao. Bad mood, had to borrow alcohol, drink more and drunk, can not help but fall asleep. Tea can relieve alcohol; especially like bitter tea, indicating that the wine drink especially much. On the surface of the upbeat, in fact, the expression of nostalgia and the combination of the fall of the country, the displacement of the grief, which is deeper sorrow. The various experiences and sufferings in life are like the cup of black tea that has just been brewed. The taste of this, how like the five flavors of life, cold and warm know for themselves.
The pond is full of autumn water, ten acres of diamonds in the evening mirror clear. The new bridge is a rainbow, and the bank is covered with grasses and sleeping birds. The toad casts its nightly spirit as the lake falls, and the autumn lotus falls into the waves. Where is the most exciting place for poets to visit? The sound of frogs in the dusk and the rain. The East Lake of the Three Halls" by Tang Wei Zhuang. In Wei Zhuang's writing, the pond in autumn has its own beauty. Pond full of lake water turquoise and clear, diamond water surface as clear as a mirror, the new bridge on the lake as a rainbow, the night a round of toad moon falling in the lake like a sunken jade, the mountain peaks reflections into the waves like a newborn lotus flower. Dusk smoke and rain chaotic frogs, sound and emotion, evocative. Autumn pond, frogs have their own beauty, in fact, if you love, where life is lovely.
The above images are from a personal cell phone, taken in New York's Central Park and residential neighborhoods.
The above pictures are from my cell phone.