I would like to take your big hand around the campfire; if it were possible, but I have to walk in this tiresome world. I, for one, have lost myself in this way. And listening to Xiangli's song, let me away from the chaos and bustle of the city, drifting in the lonely road, but also once in the road to "paradise" stumbled, but I y know, people in the ancient bridge flowing water side leisurely, snow mountain streams wash the soul of the dust, that is y attached to have written a song review "married to Lijiang", perhaps can be For reference, in the direction of the sun, until the end of time, there is a cave, the heart will not expect to remember the beautiful legend of Lijiang, frivolous and melancholy text is not my love, this is simple and happy charm, strolling in the ancient city of the stone path, dancing a dance light song, this moment, only this song "married to Lijiang", the chaos of the mind gently forgotten, take a walk on the old tea-horse road, the aftertaste of a long time, and the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart, the heart of the heart of the heart. I can not accept this reality since the beginning, let me wash a body of dirt, even if the front of the sandy winds and foggy, as long as the dream has not been buried, let me take you into the serenity and tranquility, I will be with you hand in hand, together to climb the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, to decipher the code of it, the highest point in the life of the experience of the snowy mountain glaciers of the majesty and magnificence of all the way to each other light smile; if possible, I really want to snuggle up in your shoulders?
"Hate to marry myself to Lijiang. I wear headphones, only man and nature that beautiful harmony, more taste that meter of sunshine to bring us comfort and delight ......
Beautiful scenery, looking forward to that soft Lijiang, looking forward to that treacherous scenery, let me take you into the home of the mind ... ..."
After decades of urban life of impatience, the indifference of the human mask and the officialdom of the Yu Yu I guile, I finally understand, put aside the worries of the world away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, all of the flashy write off, open up the dusty heart, wash all the way to the frost, this is your last home! This is your last hometown." With the musical climax of the arrival of the magnificence, that is a holy land, let my mind calm down, I really want to be associated with Lijiang again, holding your gentle arm, that cloudy full of mysterious colors and the light of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, beautiful and clean, so that I forget myself, if possible.
"Can't wait to marry myself to Lijiang, to see the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, listening to Xiang Li's song "Married to Lijiang", as is the heavenly music, so that my restlessness to gradually calm down. Tired of the struggle in the red dust, yearning for the colorful stone paved with the old tea-horse road, to gaze, radiant ......"
The majestic music leads to a soothing song, only listening, only feeling.
I've read a lot of depictions of Lijiang, it's vibrating ......
Leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city; if it's possible, otherwise, I really want to marry Lijiang. Although I stubbornly do not want to associate the word "love", but at this time, at this moment of silence is the heart of the touch, when the water is silent, the falling flowers are silent, this meter of sunshine fleeting, "hate to meet unmarried," to interpret the Lijiang, when the cloud When the clouds disperse, the sun's rays will shine into a meter, ears seem to hear that once echoed a thousand years of the sound of horses' hooves, so that I have an impulse, to reminisce, birds in the blue sky and white clouds chirping, cattle and sheep in the green grass and red flowers wandering, that is the tenderness of the outpouring of affection, I really believe in love, because I know that I'm talking about the word when it's not hypocritical, the slightest rain lightly flying time, listen to the song over and over again, "Married to Lijiang": rumor has it that Lijiang Jade Dragon Snow Mountain peak perennial clouds and fog, it is difficult to disperse in the middle of the year, that touch, without my personal experience, has been as twilight drums and morning bells. There, forget the trouble, forget everything ......
"Why are your eyes so sad, you are not able to find the direction of home, imagining that the fairyland on earth, those gorgeous and narcissistic, moving melody, that is a pool of ice-clear snow water, behind the mountain, all the red dust and mundane things are far beyond the clouds and sky. At this time, exceptionally beautiful and brilliant, if a lover is lucky to be a meter of sunshine, will get the Jade Dragon Mountain God's shelter, get the most beautiful and sincere love, I will not be in the four corners of the sky to comply with the rules and regulations of the crawl, always trying to break free from the shackles of the handcuffed to my mind free to roam, even if there is only the last breath left, but also in the way of death to bloom. For me, write off all the pomp and circumstance, listen to the camel's bells "tinkling" pleasant, feel its quiet and beautiful, I look forward to, people like chrysanthemum.
I used to be lost in the noisy crowd
2. Strangers in bloomStrangers in bloom, can slowly return to carry on. Here there is for the beauty of the praise, and in the rapid flow of years in the heart sensitive to the throbbing, a face of a good time, such as flowers and beautiful people and from the heart of the feelings of cherish. Spring is always sentimental, spring is a season full of restlessness and disturbance of vitality, and in this season flowers bloom all over the Longtou Stranger, is the most easy for people's hearts to bring a subtle touch of things, the lord such as money can not be spared. Flowers on the Stranger" was rewritten by Su Shi based on a folk song at that time, and was written in Xining six years (1073), with a poetic mood of poignancy and sadness. The historical background of this poem: the rise of the Song Dynasty, the king of Wu Yue, Qian Bian, offered his country to the Song Dynasty. During the reign of Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty, Ch'ien Ch'ien often traveled to the Song Dynasty, between Bianjing and Lin'an. According to the records, the princess of the king of Wuyue accompanied him to the court in March of the ninth year of the Kai Bao era. These are the background of this poem. In the third year of Emperor Taiping Xingguo's reign, he ordered Qian Bian to return to the capital with his family and remove the state title. In the poem, he lamented that the glory and wealth of the world, the fame and fortune of the passing clouds, are like the dew on the head of the grass, the flowers on the street, in the twinkling of an eye that will fade and wither and disappear; all the glory and wealth of the people in life, all like the dew on the head of the grass in the early morning, it will not be long before the emanation of the disappearance of the beautiful reputation left behind after the death of the people, also all like the flowers on the road, will soon wither and fall.
Sun Quan Wang Qiang's original wife Dai's Wangfei, a peasant girl in the village of Hengxi Langbi. Dai's is the village is known as a virtuous woman, married to Ch'ien Ch'i, followed Ch'ien Ch'i to fight in the north and south, fear half a lifetime, and later became the mother of a country. Although she left the countryside at a young age, she was still unable to solve the problems of her hometown, and could not leave her parents and townspeople behind. Every spring, she had to go back to her mother's house for a period of time, to visit and serve her parents. Ch'ien Ch'ien is also a man of character, most of all, this chaff married wife. When Dai went home for a long time, he had to bring her a letter: either thinking of her or greeting her, but also urging her. In the past, Lin'an to Langbi had to go over a ridge, with steep peaks on one side and the fast-flowing Campsis River on the other. Ch'ien was afraid that Mrs. Dai's sedan chair was unsafe and inconvenient to walk, so he specially allocated silver and sent people to pave the road, and added railings beside the road. Later, this mountain range was renamed "Balustrade Ridge". That year, Princess Dai went to Lang Bianniang's house again. Ch'ien Ch'ien in Hangzhou to take care of political affairs, one day out of the palace, but see the foot of Phoenix Hill, West Lake embankment has been peach and willow green, thousands of purple and red, and think of Mrs. Dai has been many days no see, can not help but give birth to a few points of nostalgia. Back to the palace, will put pen to paper to write a letter, although it is a few words, but it is sincere, delicate, which has this sentence: "stranger flowers, can slowly return." Nine words, down-to-earth warmth, sentiment especially heavy, so that Princess Di immediately fell two lines of tears. This matter spread, became a good story. Qing dynasty scholar Wang Shizhen once said: "'stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return to carry on', the two words colorful said thousand years." Later, it was also compiled into a mountain song, the name of "stranger flowers", widely sung in the hometown folk. To the Northern Song Dynasty Xining years, Su Dongpo as Hangzhou Tongjian. He was a hero and admired Ch'ien Lung, and had written a tablet called "The Record of Watching the Faithful Guan", which highly praised Ch'ien Lung's achievements. Mr. Su liked to move around and often came to Lin'an. When he heard the songs of the Li people, he was quite touched by them and wrote three poems of "Flowers on the Stranger", the quotation of which says: "I traveled to the Nine Immortals' Mountain, and I heard the children in the Li singing "Flowers on the Stranger". The old man cloud, Wu Yue Wangfei every spring must return to Lin'an, the king of the book to the consort said: 'Stranger flowers bloom, you can slowly return.' Wu people use its language for the song, with the thought of turning, listen to the sad, and its words mean wild, for the cloud." Three poems: (a) butterflies flying on the stranger's flowers, rivers and mountains still look like the former people are not. The people who have been left behind have grown old, and the women who have traveled are slowly returning to their homes with long songs. （The flowers on the stranger's path are countless, and the passers-by scramble to see the emperor's carriage. If you want to stay in the hall, you have to return slowly. (3) In my life I was rich and noble, and in my life I have been a stranger to flowers. I have already made it late for the king to go to Lu, but I still want to teach my concubine to return home slowly. Su Dongpo expressed his condolences for the rise and fall of Wu and Yue in the poem, and later, Chao Tuanzhi, a student of Su Dongpo, wrote three more flowers on the stranger: First, the king of Jing returned in spring after dreaming, and the flowers on the stranger flew with the evening rain. But call the river boat people do not know, Du Qiu red tears full of Luo Yi. The second one is that the city of Gui'an is half a building, and there was once a fragrant dust coming from the face. I have not seen the girl in the emperor's carriage, but the flowers are blooming on the street today. The third song is about a woman in a carriage with a mermaid's paper, and a beautiful woman in a stranger's carriage, looking at the flowers. I am not as anxious as the east wind, but I have to report that the flowers are blooming slowly. Throughout the ages, many poets have written many popular poems on this theme. The Qing Dynasty poet Zhao Yi said: "A thousand years of heroism, the tide of the crossbow, March style stranger flowers.
The song "Stranger Flowers" was sung in the Ming Dynasty.
3. Stranger flowers bloom butterflies fly, Jiangshan is still the former people are not1, "Stranger flowers three" one: Stranger flowers bloom butterflies fly, Jiangshan is still the former people are not.
The remnants of the people a few times dying old, traveling girl long song slowly return.
After a couple of years of spring and fall, the survivors have gradually aged, and the women who went on the trip slowly returned with a long song. 2, "Raccoon sand - tour herb clear spring temple": under the mountain orchid buds short dip stream, pine sand road net no mud, dashing twilight rain Zi Gui cry.
Who said that life is no longer young? The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night!
The young shoots that just grew at the foot of the mountain were dipped in the stream, the sandy road between the pine forests was washed by the rain, and in the evening, there was a light rain, and the cuckoo's call came out from the pine forests. Who says life can't go back to being a teenager? The stream in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don't lament the flight of time in old age!
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Appreciation: In springtime, flowers bloom on the street, and butterflies flutter. This charming spring color is not different from the scene when "the princess of Wuyue returned to Lin'an every spring".
However, with the passage of time, the Wu-Yue dynasty has long been extinguished, and the king consort of Wu-Yue no longer exists, leaving behind a sad story of legend.
Herb water, the name of the county, i.e., Xishui County in present-day Hubei, not far from Huangzhou.
In the first section, the elegant scenery and environment of Lanxi in March of late spring, the scenery is natural and beautiful, elegant and light; in the second section, it expresses the exhilarating argument, that is, the scene takes the metaphor, expresses the feeling about life, and enlightens people's minds. The whole word that is the scene of emotion, writing the scene purely with white, detailed and elegant; lyricism, high vibration, philosophical.
4. Poem about the butterflies flying on the stranger's flowerWu people use its language for the song, with the thought of turning, listening to the poignant, and its words mean wild, for the cloud ." Three poems: (a) the stranger flowers and butterflies fly, the rivers and mountains still look like the former people are not. The people who are left behind have been dying for a few years, and the women return slowly with a long song. （The flowers on the stranger's path are countless, and the passers-by scramble to see the emperor's carriage. If you want to stay in the hall, you have to return slowly. (3) In my life, I was rich and noble, but afterward, I have been a popular man on the street. The king has already left the country late, but I still want to teach my concubine to return home slowly. Su Dongpo expressed his condolences for the rise and fall of Wu and Yue in his poem, and later, Chao Tuanzhi, a student of Su Dongpo, wrote three more Stranger Flowers: 1 The King of Jing's dream had returned in spring, and the Stranger Flowers flew along with the evening rain. But I called the river boat people do not know, Du Qiu red tears full of Luo Yi. The second one is that the city of Gui'an is half full of buildings, and there was once a fragrant dust coming from the face. I have not seen the girl in the emperor's carriage at that time, but the flowers are blooming on the street today. The third one is a letter on the paper of Mica, and the beautiful woman is looking at the flowers on the street. I'm not as anxious as the east wind, but I'm trying to report that the flowers are blooming slowly.
5. The full poemNet search, but I do not know if it is what you want,
Stranger flowers bloom, intoxicated whose heart?
Wen / colorful rain lotus
Sit quietly in the pavilion to put the lamp gazing,
Listen to the spring from the distant walk.
The flowers are fragrant, causing the oriole to dance and sing,
The ice is thin, silently wet my heart.
The lake, the willow quietly combing the mirror,
green, flowing in the chest of nature.
Dai grass shy, cherry blossom smile,
Syllabus point, a land of poetry.
A strand of golden overflowing fluorescent light,
Borrow a touch of deep spring's magnificent sunset,
Sent far away from the winter's bleak,
Harvest season waiting for you lonely in the hillock.
Green mountains, green water, white clouds, blue sky,
Wave green color through the heart of the desert.
The wind is light and the clouds are light,
The garden is full of spring colors, and the path is fragrant.
When the flowers are in bloom, whose love strings are throbbing?
The romantic spring, intoxicated by the heart of who?
The colorful red dust, who is happy with the face?
The ripples on the lake, who's sigh of relief?
A pool of spring* swings up the dream of the boat,
This bank of fallen flowers sprinkled to the lonely heart of the lake.
Who knows,
The fragrance of the flowers intoxicated the other side of the river, who is the king?
The smoke and clouds of poetry in the mouth corner of the eyebrows,
glazed emerald rolling in the path of the red dust.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a baby.