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25.11.2019 04:35
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In the breeze, accompanied by the evening scent, a pot of fragrant scent, I sat on the desk, opened the Tang poetry and Song poetry, opened the past that was dusty by the years, poetry poured into my heart, "the wind swelled the dusty flowers, and tired of combing the hair on the night. Things are people who are not doing things, and tears flow first. "A generation of female Jiejie, talented, brilliant, can spend a lifetime without worry, but in the war, she experienced a national break, family death The woman who was slutty in the year of her death is gone forever. "There is no way to eliminate this situation, only to brow, but to the heart Wholesale Cigarettes." But the loss of time, her husband's nostalgia has not been reduced, "Looking for cold, clear, miserable." The words are filled with Li Qingzhao Infinite sadness and deep miss for her husband. "I am afraid that Shuangxi can��t move, and I can��t move it. Many of them are stunned.�� I probably read something. What I lack is Li Qingzhao��s obsession? I think, this is the poetry of this poem. The smog is filled with autumn water, the moon is shrouded in white sand, the boat is docked at Qinhuai, and the restaurant is close to the shore. The restaurant is full of lights, and the singing and singing of the songs of the singer is very popular. The soldiers put their heads on the battlefield, sprinkled blood to defend the country's territory Marlboro Red, and faced the enemy's attack, the soldiers were still swearing to resist; but in the restaurant, the rulers of the late Tang Dynasty still lived a life of flowers and wines, not in state affairs. For the sake of weight, enjoy the fun of the music of the country. Du Mu saw this scene of decay, and wrote in an indignant verse about the words "Business women don't know how to slay the country and hate the river," and want to give the ruler a wake-up call, but the upper ruler is unmoved. This also laid the end of the Tang Dynasty. Opening this page, I was moved by Du Mu��s patriotism, and sighed for the rottenness of the ruler. I opened the next page, and a lonely and lonely feeling came to me... When the sun sets, a person is at the pavilion. I used to drink alcohol and sing a song Cigarettes For Sale, and listened to the song. This is the singer. He watched the blossoming moments pass by, the day after the withering, withering, watching the swallows of a group of familiar dew in the sky fly back, his heart is inevitably There was a trace of sadness and nostalgia in the spring. I was alone on the path of the garden... "When is the sunset going down?" He shook his head helplessly and went back to the room. Time does not leave people, watching the day in the bronze mirror increase, he is a little older, and returned to the pavilion drinking and chanting last year, face this situation, his heart is full of regret for the passage of time It has become a well-known "�Ϫɳ". Turning this page, I know the preciousness of time: Don't wait until you lose, then cherish the night. I closed the book, looked up and looked out the window, still remembering those verses i in my mind, I understand: read Poetic, read and understand life. |
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