Early morning comes, in the green leaves, a dewdrop along the leaf veins rolled down, as in the past years, no half-flow of love to leave the green leaves that carry it, leaving the life of writing it, everything is so real, but I can not believe that inadvertently have experienced so much ......
A road The song of joy, thank you for your company, thank you with joy accompanied by so long, thank you for having you ...... all the way to the song of joy we silently blessed, blessed you, blessed me ......
When the first wisp of the spring breeze whisked through the dissolution of the depths of memory of the freezing, I remembered the When the first dewdrops rolled down on the pink petals, I remembered the beautiful memories I once had. When the fallen leaves carrying the parting dance in the evening wind, I remembered the tears in the corners of your eyes. When the first snowflakes fell, melting in the palm of my hand to bring up a trace of warmth, I will put you in the bottom of my heart, no matter if it's the spring breeze, dewdrops, fallen leaves, or flying snow, I will always remember there is a you in the depths of my memory. ......
All the way to a happy song, fortunately you ......
All the way to a happy song essay (two):
The keys of the history of the piano played is the poet sings a happy song. --Title
When the ancients were all in a flurry of . Going up the career path, the examination of fame and fortune, who is it? Even if life is disillusioned can also be in life all the way to sing a happy song?
He is Li Bai
A white shirt with gold saddle, that year you leaned on the sword out of Chang'an, ink and horse reflecting the rivers and mountains, people's expectations of you is to write a succession of poems, to please the king in exchange for glory; and you, in favor of any time to sing songs of joy, in the dynasty to be Gao Li Si boots off grinding ink, in the dynasty to release the white deer in the green cliffs, so you are doomed to loneliness, "". Raise a cup to invite the moon, the shadow into three people", but you sing a happy brother "up to the sky to laugh out of the door, my generation is not the people of Artemisia".
And when we look back at the Tang Dynasty, standing in the middle of the Tang Dynasty is not the emperor, but you!
Wine into the bowels, seven points brewed into verse, the remaining three points whistled into the sword, it responded to the Sheng Tang decades. ? He is Su Dongpo
Ten years, that year you raise a cup to invite the moon, pick all the cold branches end up not sparing the time, people's expectations of you would have been indulging in the landscape and rivers, the game in the world of casual inscription; and you, in favor of that group of stars all the way in the age of song, your song pierced the souls of those who are accustomed to the darkness of the night, you are doomed to withstand the officialdom and the world of literature splashed with the effluent. And I only saw your pen wet by the rain lost to write "a straw raincoat rain Renpingping life" of the clear wave.
You stick to yourself, so that the height of the future generations will always look up.
The green bamboo branches, the feet of the shoes, your smile calm and free, only the autumn wind and green water in the eyes of the openness.
not cry tears long cry blood, that year you hate the ancients do not know you for the madman, people look forward to your expectations of this is to chant the flowers and the moon amorous, show poetry, but prefer to sing all the way to the age of the noble pleasure, you denounced the "Jun Mo Dance, Jun do not see, Jade Ring Flying Swallows are all yellow earth," you are lost!
In the BMW carving car full of incense at the road, and you insist on doing the lights at the end of the Iren.
If a single thin tunic, then angered into the history, from the ancient times, from the yellowed threadbare books. It is you, because, singing all the way, holding fast to the self, also in the dark night to guard the eternal spiritual home.
In those flamboyant times, it was you who sang all the way, leaving behind the expectations of the world, guarding the self, and so guarding the history.