"My Favorite Song"
"Every time I am strong in the lonely wandering, every time even if I am hurt, I don't flash tears ......" This is my favorite song. "Invisible Wings" is my favorite song.
I remember when I was in the first grade, the timid me just went to elementary school. The classmates, lessons and teachers were all new to me. In class, I do not answer questions, but look at the teacher with fearful eyes; class, I do not chat with classmates, play games, but to sit in their seats to stay. Finally, the teacher told my mom about it. My mom thought about it day and night and finally came up with a good idea. That day, she called me over to listen to a song; "Every time I'm alone, I'm strong, every time I'm hurt, I don't cry. I know, I always have a pair of invisible wings, take me to fly, fly through the despair." "That's great!" My eyes were filled with joy. Mom asked, "Do you like this song?" "Of course, she is so strong." "Then, you should be such a strong person too, okay?" In a flash, I seemed to understand my mom's intention . At that time, I was really touched by the tears in my eyes. So, I made great progress. Teachers and classmates said I was like a new person. Since then, when I encountered frustration, always involuntarily think of this song.
I like the song "Invisible Wings" because it makes me more confident and stronger. Giant School Giant Geology Branch Instructor: Lu Shuyi Comments: "Every time in the lonely wandering strong, every time even if it is very hurt also do not flash tears ......" familiar song in the small author to start her story, it is the "Invisible Wings" song taught her to be strong, inspired her to strive for success. It is the song "Invisible Wings" that taught her to be strong and inspired her to strive forward, so she is a loyal listener of this song. The article language fluent, delicate emotions, can leave a deep impression on the reader.
I saw a great poem online, see if you can use it.
New grains of wine in green ants,
A small fireplace of red clay.
The sky is snowing in the evening,
Can you drink a glass of wine?
This is one of my favorite little orders, like a piece of jade pendant worn for many years, the more you play, the more you like.
It is said that this is just a note from Bai Juyi. The first is to invite a neighboring friend to come over for a drink.
Literati is literati, the painstakingly systematic text may not become a masterpiece, hand in hand with the twenty words, will become a masterpiece.
Green ant wine is a kind of rice wine, color green, floating on a layer of ant-like rice particles, the newer the better, usually hot after drinking. It is a good idea to drink it after it has been heated up. It is a good idea to think that this wine is not very strong, and it may be slightly sweet with a fresh aroma. I've never had it, and I'm sorry.
Red mud small stove, after 90 years may not have seen. Before the liquefied petroleum gas era, every household had a coal stove. Warm is "red mud" two words, yellow mud black mud on the vulgar. And also "small". A warm feeling permeates the paper. Must be hot wine with, perhaps also can play barbecue, it is not possible to say. A big fireplace, it's not good, it's a boiler. Drinking next to the boiler, certainly hot, but lack of elegance.
The best thing is "the evening sky wants to snow". I think the two must not live far away, look at the snow. It's not yet, it's coming down, it's on the cusp! Come over here! In fact, it is the author's addiction to alcohol, drinking alone and uninteresting, the heart burning thirst. But we are all cultured people, we can't be in a hurry! He can't write, "Good wine, lots of food, stupid people, come quickly." That would be unseemly.
So, the author slowly and methodically said: "can drink a glass of nothing?" The word "no" is an auxiliary word, which has no meaning. But used here, it is a thousand dollars. The tone, attitude, and look of a man of letters are all here. Comparable to Cao Mengde in the year "the world's heroes, only make gentleman and Cao ear!" The word "ear".
"A cup" is an imaginary word, I think. How can it be just one cup? It's snowing so hard and it's dark. Drink! Keep drinking!
I think, after receiving this note, the invited "Liu nineteen" can not not come. I have to come, and even dare not come. And must hurry to come, can not be delayed. If you delay, the snow will fall, and the wine will be stale. Come and get drunk. If you don't get drunk, you can't. If you don't get drunk, you'll be disappointed with this green ant wine, disappointed with the red clay fireplace, disappointed with the owner of the wine addiction, and most importantly, disappointed with the poem.
A few times in my dreams, I wished I was that "Liu XIX" ah! If I am the old Liu, I will be drunk a ---- "Such a good poem, actually written to me!"
Drunken heart willing! For that poem.
By the way, the title of the poem is called "ask Liu nineteen"
3. to my favorite poem for the subject of writing a composition title also to be urgentMy favorite poem 5 Since I was a child, I have been very fond of reading books, what the "education of love", "The Lady of the Camellias", the four great masterpieces, in any case, I just want to what to read, I have that the three big bookcases are stuffed with me inside full.
Among them, I love to read the ancient poems, "Mountain" is one of my favorite. In the fall, the mountain is full of red leaves hanging on the branches, red leaves spread over the fields, spread over the hillside, everywhere.
The maple tree has a cluster of red leaves on its branches, like a ball of fire. The mountain road is curved and stretches into the distance.
A few families can be seen on the mountain, and they are standing there, with smoke coming out of their homes. "Dangdangdang," came the sound of a horse's hooves in the distance.
A moment later, only to see a horse-drawn carriage to this place, sitting in the car turned out to be the famous poet Du Mu. Du Mu was attracted by this breathtaking scenery, he stepped out of the car, saw this piece of vitality, the heart can not help but marvel at: this scene is too beautiful.
Du Mu watched fascinated, and even has reached the realm of forgetfulness, at this time as if there is no time, no one, is a single world. The poet finally couldn't help himself, poems up: far away from the cold mountain stone path slanting, white clouds in the depths of the home.
Stop the car and love the maple forest evening, frost leaves red than February flowers. He finally could not restrain his mood, excitedly into the maple forest, the poet he wore a snow-white clothes, maple red just with the clothes of the snow-white, the beautiful red leaves are simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.
I like poetry, because poetry can let us have the enjoyment of beauty. One of my favorite ancient poems-"Compassionate Farming" When I was in kindergarten, I learned a lot of ancient poems, such as: Meng Jiao's "Youzi Yin", He Zhizhang's "Even Book of Returning to the Countryside" ...... Among them, one of my favorite ancient poems is Li Shen's "Compassionate Farming".
The hoeing day is noon, the sweat drops to the soil. Who knows what's on the plate, every grain is bitter.
Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see: the hot sun at noon, a farmer uncle hoeing the ground one by one, the hoe is getting heavier and heavier, the farmer uncle is getting more and more tired, bean beads of sweat down the face, soaked through the clothes, dripping into the ground, this is a picture of how hard it is ah! It is because of the hard work of the farmers uncle, we can eat so much rich food every day, there are fragrant rice, delicious steamed buns, a variety of fruits and vegetables ...... But my mother told me that there are still a lot of people in the world, because of disasters, wars, and other reasons and can not eat, they endure hunger and pain, some of them are also starved to death. They suffer from hunger and pain, and some of them even die of starvation, which is so miserable! Compared with them, our life is so happy! But some children, and do not cherish this hard-won luck, they eat food waste, picking and choosing food, but also the rice particles fall all over the place, and even some children will secretly dump the food, alas! It's really not right! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children, "Please cherish food!" My Favorite Ancient Poem Since I was a child, I have read countless poems. Many people like to use poems to express their moods, aspirations, miss their relatives and friends to part.
Among the poems that I have read, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Traveling Son": - The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Who says that an inch of grass is a heart? The author of the poem embodied the idea of a mother's love for her child. The author of the poem embodies the infinite love of a loving, simple, great mother.
Nowadays, we take our mothers' love and care for us for granted, and we can't appreciate their painstaking efforts, and sometimes we even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care for their children quietly. They do everything for their children without complaint or regret.
I remember the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake, a mother in the rubble with her body against the collapsed building, the body below the protection of her 3,4 months old child, because there is a mother to protect, the child was unharmed, quiet sleep. When paramedics unlocked the quilt covering the child, found a cell phone, the phone screen has a text message has been written: dear baby, if you can live, must remember my love for you.
Although the great deeds of this mother has become a household name, but those who know whether there is a feeling? Mothers, can give up their own lives for their children, under the sky, not only this mother will do so, but all mothers will do so. Thinking back to when I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, pouring water for me to drink, guarding the bedside, not moving an inch, in the care of the mother's love, the disease healed very quickly.
When I woke up and saw my mom stayed up all night to guard the bedside, I was moved to tears. Thinking back to their own exams, when the mother to give is not scolding, but to analyze my wrong topic of the correct method of answering the question, when the hand holding a good scorecard, she smiled, smiled with great relief, but also laughed more than I'm still happy.
Looking back on these years of dribs and drabs, my mom walked with me every day. No matter what the weather, she always held my hand to walk; no matter what the situation, she always taught me everything only after the frustration; no matter how deep the night is, she always accompanied me through.
...... Once, resented my mother, why so cruel, why not hold me forward in the mud? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Why so persistent, not in the silence to persuade me to give up instead of resting ...... Now, I do not resent my mother, but grateful to her. She never hold me forward, because she wants me to learn to face the bumps; never teach me to cope in the frustrated money, is to make me savor life; never tell me to give up, is to teach me in the silence of perseverance.
Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; thank you, every day of these 15 years to accompany me to go ...... Who says inch grass heart? Repay the three spring sunshine. One of my favorite poems2 Our country is a land of poems.
From ancient times to the present, our country has produced countless great is the great poets: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi ...... These resounding names have long been y engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works, moreover, have been recited by future generations for ages.
My favorite, is the Ming Dynasty poet Yu Qian's "Lime Chant". This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister of the Ming Dynasty and a national hero.
The full text of the poem is like this: Thousands of hammers and ten thousand chisels out of the mountains, the fire burns as if it were idle.
4. to "my favorite line of poetry" as the title, (to write a clear favorite reasons) write a 500-wordmy favorite line of poetry
The last few days the mood is very bored, left and right to think about the difficulty of finding a suitable reason. Idle time suddenly came up with such an idea: "reading in the end is for what?" Yes, ten years of cold windows no one asked ah, for what? Who can give a suitable answer? This has to remind me of Huang Tingjian, specifically to think of his "send Huang Qifu" poem, more specifically a poem: want to read the head has been white, across the stream apes cry miasma stream vine.
People live in the world but a few decades of time, schooling takes up almost a quarter of your time, the next is to find a job, make money, start a family, raise a family, and wait until your next generation to be able to support themselves when you have been two sideburns pale, bad old man a. If the next generation filial piety, you still have a lot of time. If the next generation of filial piety, you still have the blessing to enjoy, otherwise, you want to complain no one, want to cry no tears ah!
Today's society, knowledge is updated quickly, access to information is also very convenient, reading is not difficult.
And because of this, the answers are flying all over the place. The Internet, a Baidu search, ask a question, the convenience of ah, do not mention how cool it?
But how many people read for the sake of reading? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
In the ancient times, some people said that they studied for the sake of getting a job and becoming an official, but people like Tao Yuanming, Xie Lingyun, Li Bai, etc. eventually became the so-called hermits, which is the reason for studying?
In today's society, what is the purpose of studying? The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good deal on a new product, and I was able to get a good deal on a new product. But when you think of the current financial crisis, the number of layoffs, the number of job seekers, the heart that panic ah? Thinking about the future of our study after the society, the heart does not have a bottom.
So I silently set a goal for myself to make a difference in the future, as a scientist, inventor or something.
You have to study hard, for yourself, for your family, and for your country.
I'm not afraid of the difficulty of reading, and I'm not complaining about the fact that my head is already white.
I'm not afraid of the difficulty of reading, but I'm not ashamed of it.
I want to change for my favorite poem.
I'm going to change it for my favorite poem.
5. Write an essay on the topic of my favorite poem in 250 words"My favorite poem" I love Wen Tianxiang's promise of "life from the beginning of time who have no death, and leave the heart of the Dan Zhi Zhao Khanqing"; I love Li Bai's boldness of "flying straight down 3,000 feet, suspected of being like the Milky Way falling a few days"; I love Li Bai's "flying straight down 3,000 feet, suspected of being like the Milky Way falling a few days".
However, I love the poem "A drop of water can penetrate the stone, all things come to a natural conclusion", which influenced my childhood. When I look at my childhood, I see how carefree it was! But so far I can not let go of things have been in my mind surging ...... That year I was 9 years old, my mother often urged me in the study.
"Go and review after dinner!" "I bought you an exercise book, do it on the weekend!" "Don't watch TV, go and prep for tomorrow's lesson!" This nagging both sweetened and annoyed me. Two semesters passed, and I couldn't take the bitter persuasion anymore, and my grades began to plummet.
One quiz, I only scored 65 points. When I got home, my mom reprimanded me: "You only know how to play and play all day long, and now you only get such a small score, this test is so difficult?" But that is not love to study I did not listen to it, seems to be the left ear into the right ear out, but I still have to live before the "hard" days.
When we are playing, I absent-mindedly do a variety of practice problems; when we enter the dreamland, I rolled into the sea of questions, casually write "x", "100", "25", "25", "25", "25", "25" and "25". "...... Once, my mom bought me a copy of the ancient poetry scripture and told me to read it in one day or I wasn't allowed to go out to play. Although my grades were not good, I had a little interest in reading.
So I took the book and read it. For the hard to understand places, I just skipped them, and for the easy to understand places, I just read them casually and passed them.
But when I turned to page 57, there was a sentence circled in red, which was very attractive to me. Read it, it turned out to be a poem: drops of water can penetrate the stone, all things work naturally, read this poem, I suddenly woke up ...... Since then, I am in the study with others you catch up with me; at home to compete to do chores; in the community, many things are much more positive.
Because I understand that as long as you work hard, you can succeed in anything. These words are still in my mind, and no matter what I forget, I will never forget the words that inspire me.
6. Write an 800-word essay on the topic of "My Favorite Poem" (to give me the poem in full, notThe night I read the poem, there was rain outside the window.
Listening to the sound of the rain, which was far and near, I sat quietly in the soft light, in the posture of a spring sprout, letting myself sink deeper and deeper into the rainy night, and letting my dreams drift further and further away from me in the poetic realm....... My eyes seemed to be like slender blades of grass, and the poems were like crystal dewdrops that rolled brightly on the blades. Then, one by one, they rolled down into my heart, making my heart space a clear and bright.
I like to read poems, because I am the most calm when I read poems. The worries and trivialities of the world are gone, and there is no longer any shadow in my heart.
The world's disputes and grudges, the fame and fortune of the gain and loss of honor and disgrace all disappear. I read poetry because I feel that it is the closest to my heart.
Only when I read poetry do I truly feel that I am breathing with the world***. Everything in the world envelops me with great gentleness, and any breeze blowing from between the lines of a poem can soothe my soul, which has been wrinkled by the cares of the world.
The moonlight is like water on the nights when I read poetry. My tired heart perches between the lines of poetry.
The verses are flying in the moonlight. At this moment, the dust has settled, and I feel as if my body is very light, as light as a falling leaf, as light as a feather.
I know that it is poetry that has taken away my heavy flesh, leaving behind only the beautiful affections of life. On cold days, I leaned on poetry to keep warm, and dreamed.
A few short lines are indeed magical. Just a few moments later, it can gently lift me up like a water lily in my dreams.
In the stillness of the night, my dusty mind is often cleansed when I look into the eyes of a poem. As a result, I seem to wake up from the hibernation of sleep, inspiration like lightning, *** like a waterfall, rushing down.
On the nights when I read poems, my dreams are like the twinkling stars in the night sky. My mind dances in poetry.
The wind whips out of distant history. As I softly chanted out, those lines like notes, like pearls, slipped unconsciously from my lips.
It reminds me of a sweet song that is treasured in my heart. When I read a poem, I don't smoke it in a big puff like some people do, and dazzle myself in a sea of clouds and mountains.
I turn the page of the poem's finger is very light, after gently turning the page of the poem, in the book case to make a cup of black tea, a wisp of fragrance filled the whole house, tea thick, my heart of poetry is also thick, gently sip on a mouthful of, thick, warm, and have a lot of fun. The world is getting busier and busier, I do not know how many people like me to escape from the red dust, a cup of tea, a book of poems, transcend the city of fatigue and clamor, calm in the night after night? Many years ago, I chose words because poetry was the only way for my heart to communicate with the world.
I sense life and pursue it in reading and writing poetry. In the night of reading poetry, I seem to see the beautiful you smiling at me, the stars and the moon are speechless, and I feel my heart quietly conversing with you.
The vast night sky, deep as the forehead of a wise man, I can not get close, I can only read to look up high, the heart is full of piety and sacred ...... The night of reading poetry is very cozy, the night of reading poetry is also very romantic. I like to read poetry late at night, in the journey of life, can walk with the poem is also a kind of romance ......2, walk with the poem spring often No ship can be like a book There is not a steed can be like a page of jumping lines of poetry as to take people to the faraway places This channel the poorest people can also walk This is how thrifty car carries the soul of the people This is the American female writer Dickinson once wrote a poem.
I like it very much. So if someone asks me: why read poetry? My answer is simple: "Poetry takes us far away"! I know that poetry has been marginalized in contemporary times.
Even I, myself, don't seem to have read a new poem religiously for a long time. But I have never dared to take poetry lightly, and I am always in awe of it.
Poetry is the highest of the language arts. In poetry, there is a vast and endless world, a world of clouds and clouds and clouds.
Her few words, a few words, can bring people into a realm of beauty, or stone, or the sound of the aftermath. Poetry is an elegant flower, a marvelous spirit! Heidegger once said that people should poetically inhabit the earth.
What a wonderful call! Man's need for poetry has nothing to do with material things, but it has to do with the human spirit, with human nature and off, with human life. Poetry, the container of the human mind.
Why do people live? What is the meaning of human life? These are the questions that philosophy, literature, and especially poetry want to explore. Some people are not willing to explore these questions, but those who are concerned about life itself can not avoid them, and avoiding them can only produce greater uncertainty and pain.
Sooner or later. Reading poetry is also good for a person's growth.
Bacon said, "History makes you wise, poetry makes you clever." I often meet people who are so dismissive of poetry that they just laugh in secret.
This certainly seems to come across as a bit arrogant. But when my mind jumps between the lines of other people's seemingly obscure poems, I am as happy as a child.
This is probably something that people who don't read poetry can hardly realize.
This is probably something that people who don't read poems can't realize.
What's more, youth itself is a poem, so there is no reason not to love youth. Therefore, I very much hope that students can take advantage of this youthful time to read more poetry. In addition to "Spring Water and Stars" and "Birds of Prey", we have to extend the tentacles of our vision farther.
Last time we asked you to recommend your favorite poems, and judging from your recommendations, there are many poems that are really worth savoring. I've excerpted a few of these modern poems here. If there's a breezy dusk, and you're walking quietly alone in a square in the middle of the city, or if you have a chance to get on a train by yourself, and are boredly staring out the window at the concrete forest that's passing by, don't forget that there are still poems that can walk with our hearts and souls.
7. Please write a 500-word essay on "My Favorite Poem"China is a country of poetry.
China is a country of poems. It has a long history of poems, many famous writers, and a large number of masterpieces, which is spectacular in Chinese civilization. Poetry, with its refined language, beautiful words express the feelings of the author.
Opening the floodgates of my memory, I searched for one of my favorite poems. It was the work of Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty - "Mountain Walk". The whole poem *** four lines, is written like this "far away from the cold mountain stone path slanting, deep in the white clouds there are people. Stop the car and sit in the maple forest late, frost leaves redder than February flowers."
This poem describes the beautiful scenery that the poet saw while walking in the mountains in late autumn. The poet skillfully captured the mountain on the way to see a few pairs of landscapes: far away from a mountain stone paved road winding, stretching to the top of the mountain close to see the mountain white cloudy place, vaguely showing a few families, around the maple leaves such as fire, it looks more red and delicate, far more than the flowers in early spring and February. Here, there are white clouds, there are red leaves, bright colors; mountain roads, maple forests, homes, harmony and warmth; and because of the love of the maple forest evening scenery and stop to watch the poet is also in this picture, so that the picture is more seemingly sentimental and intentional. Writing about the autumn scenery, the whole poem does not have the atmosphere of sadness and depression. Especially in the last line, comparing maple leaves with flowers is very original. The flowers in February are certainly beautiful and charming, but when the spring wind blows and the spring rain showers, they will fall into the mud and go with the flowing water. But the maple leaves are in the fight with the autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn frost, turned red, showing the vitality of the exuberant. This is the reason why the poet loves the maple forest in particular. It is also the charm of this poem has been passed down through the ages and is popular among the people.
Walking in the ancient poetry garden, we can enjoy a variety of ancient poems. Ancient poems of parting, spring, summer, autumn and winter, ancient poems of wind, flowers, snow and moon, landscapes and scenic spots, these are the heritage of ancient poets for our future generations, is the treasure of the Chinese nation.
8. Write a 600-word argumentative essay on the topic of "one of my favorite poems"One of my favorite poems: "New grains of wine from green ants and a small fireplace of red clay. The evening sky wants to snow, can you drink a cup of no?" This is probably the case: the new spirits of wine, is green, the surface is still floating with ants as small as the foam. Green wine in the red clay on the small stove hot, the house ambiguously wafting the aroma of wine. The sky was already late and dim, and it looked like it was going to snow. Friend - come, come and have a drink, will you?
A very warm mood ah, moved to tears, like for no reason. Especially in such a winter evening, I would like to ask you, is it snowing where you are?
It is a small poem by Bai Juyi, but I can't remember what it is called.
"New grains of wine from green ants and a small stove from red clay. Can you drink a glass of wine when the sky wants to snow in the evening?"
That's great!
A blossoming tree
How to make you meet me
In my most beautiful moment, for this
I have been in front of the Buddha for five hundred years
I begged him to let us get married
The Buddha then turned me into a tree
Growing by the side of the road where you have to pass by
Discreetly blooming under the sunlight
All of them were in full bloom.
Each one is the hope of my past life
When you come near, listen carefully
The trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting
And when you finally pass by unnoticed
And fall behind you
My friend, it's not the petals of a flower
It's the fading of my heart
Helen,
I look upon your beauty
I look upon you as a tree, and I see your beauty
I see you as a tree.
I look upon your beauty,
As a Sydney boat of yore,
Floating gently on the fragrant sea.
The tired and weary wanderer,
Turns the wheel and sails to the shore of his native land.
Long experienced in the sea,
accustomed to wander the world.
Helen,
Thy face is fair,
Thy hair is blue and purple.
Thy fairy-like grace.
I am convinced.
Glory to Greece,
Greatness to Rome
Does one sentence count?
The wind in the sleeves of the bridge is full of wind, and the new moon in the flat forest is after the people return
Every time I pass by the library, I can see the tall sycamore trees, and I think of the sentence:
The smoke in the flat forest is like a weave, and the cold mountains are sad and blue
Another sentence:
The far away mountains cried out purple ...
The far away mountains cried out purple ...
The far away mountains cried out purple. ...
I don't know what kind of inspiration hit the poet's mind
Spring is in the peach blossoms, the blossom blossoms are in full bloom
Spring is in the Bodhisattva, the compassion is tireless
Leaning on the stone with his left hand, the right hand curls his fingers
There is no abiding in the curves in the two or three
If you seek to abiding in a dead sentence, it's a dead sentence
Where is the living sentence?
Spring is in the peach blossom, the peach blossom is in the huta
The blossom explains the Dharma, the Dharma is in the Ganges River
The hearer's eyes, the waves of love come out at once
This is written by Shih Zhenke of the Tang Dynasty, and I don't know why I like it so much, but maybe it's because I like Xuan Poetry, isn't it?
But the later evaluation is very simple: save very, very fast, language like mirror light
9. Who can use "I like a poem" as the title of a compositionI am often touched by the friends of the poems and songs, touched by that euphemistic feelings of the true feelings of the text. Wind, flowers, snow, moon, bamboo flute, jade xiao all the world's most perfect things from the real life so far away. And many things happen around you, you can forget, you can also give up once all kinds of trouble and hardship, but you can not forget the nostalgia. Especially the nostalgia of that moonlit night. When you embark on the journey of wandering, you can raise the sails of love, in the ocean of the heart, in the wind and waves of life set sail, what melody should be echoed in the ears, what memories in the quiet revival, but that the legend of the thousand years of unchanging love and the most poignant rendition in the Grand View Garden. When life passes with the wind at the moment, what else can surpass this ruthlessness and sadness.
Gradually I got used to thinking in the days of wind and rain, accustomed to their own little by little feelings with the text, but also accustomed to the language will encourage their own, with the text to bring a little surprise and pride in their own, I'm glad that in this sky, I'm still pure, still sincere, there is nothing that can be quenched youthful enthusiasm, there is nothing that can be hope of the wings of the injury, although the days of the loss of the lonely and lonely, but I'm not sure what can surpass this kind of ruthlessness. Although the lost days will be lonely and loneliness, but I said that is also a kind of poignant beauty, the same can be in the heart of the waves, like the tragedy has eternal charm.
In the face of the watery moonlight, the poet Li Qingzhao's song "A pruned plum" red lotus root and jade woven mat autumn. The first thing you need to do is to get on the boat and get out of there. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. When the geese returned, the moon was full in the west tower. The flowers are drifting away from the water, and the water stays by itself. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, but it is only on the bottom of the brow, but on the top of the heart. The sound of my heart, like yesterday's singing, echoed clearly in my ears, as if telling me the sorrows of my heart. On a moonlit night, faintly pining, can you not think of Su Shi's "Song of Water", "but wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of **** Canyuanjuan"? On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I am afraid that all the exclamations connected together can hardly match the mood designed by these two lines. All people are appreciating the beauty of a moonlit night, and this habit is not unique to me?
Sorrow is like water, water is like sorrow, the fallen king Li Yu's true cry: "I ask you how many sorrows you can have, just like a river of spring water to the east." If you live and work in peace and happiness like a commoner, how could there be such words and phrases, perhaps this is the real cost of it, there is no such thing as worth it or not, some times, assumptions seem redundant, or far-fetched, that the water is still flowing eastward, and that the sorrow is also equally immortal. How many sleepless nights, helpless to let them flow away with the water, if the water changed into me, will also be tears flow, if I am clear water I do not turn back. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I don't want to trace the loss of thousands of years, but inadvertently recalled their sadness, savoring their own joys and sorrows. Although I don't understand the historical changes, more precisely, I don't want to look for the leftover breath. I would like to write something with all my heart, as much as words can let you perceive the beauty, perceive my existence. Never want to ask anyone to deliberately remember what, or for what to recall, never hope to be in your heart of the top of the sky, just can put a real me, to the world. I look forward to the peace of the family and the world. Many times the simplicity is the most valuable of human beings, perhaps because of this, also slipped away the fastest. I'm used to this kind of frankness, in their own sky, the night is the whole of my thoughts, thoughts is the whole of my love, love is the whole of my life!
Don't be in a hurry, the heart can not be repeated, the love debt is deep, the tears of regret day and night fluttering down, the river of tears, will tear my heart. The song to the sky is who's fault?