The night is as cool as water, and a light is like beans. Carrying half a volume of Qing Poetry, warm a pot of fragrant tea, and the fragrance of tea, along the classical river in the Book of Songs, "there are creeping grass in the wild, and there is a beautiful woman, just like Qingyang." The years are high, the ink wash is dyed, and the boat of life travels in the sea of ​​​​books. Vertical and horizontal, with a classical rhythm, watching the flowers bloom in the wind and rain of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, picking up a piece of indifference in the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han, dark fragrance and sleeves, light poetic rhyme, light feelings...

Pour my ink, the Book of Fallen Yi, the ink marks on half a page of paper reveal the desolation of history. The dense fog covered the river surface, the night was vast, and on the other side, the river lights were dim, and the fishing fire had not slept. On the north bank of the Tong River, the Qin Opera is revived. "How many years have passed in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Yumei Hengdi is locked in the empty building." in the memory of the time. The classical sentiment in my heart has been gradually peeled off by the years.

Looking back, I regained this classical feeling.

In the dead of night, all sounds are still, the brilliance of the bright moon is scattered all over the ground, the cold wind is passing, the plain face is facing the sky, the ancients are not seen before, and the comers are not seen after. Time flies, like a white horse passing through the gap, Yu Yu is magnificent, and the dust is immersed in the body, and it is difficult to hide the dimness of the wind and the dust for a moment, and it is difficult to reach the old age... This reminds me of Dai Yu, "Look at the remnants of spring, when the flowers fall, it is the time when the beauties die of old age. "It seems that I saw Feiyan's graceful and drunkenness in the sky again; I heard the oath of Hong Fushoushui; I smelled the lamentation of Yu Ji Gaixia. The sound of Zhaojun's pipa came from the ancient time and space. In front of Maweipo, Yuyankong died, and it was a sigh that the king covered his face and wept. The red and broken fragrance disappears, and the leaves fall and people die. Looking at the beauty of the city, dancing alone and being frivolous, after Rong Hua thanked him, it was nothing but an eternal silence. Haoyue stood in the sky, bowed her head, twitched gently, a graceful and graceful, sitting alone in the corner like a beautiful autumn leaf, watching the clouds rise and fall in silence. Feiyan was gone, so was the frown, but Zhaojun didn't go, yes she didn't go, because I saw Zhaojun's pipa playing the peaceful and prosperous times of the Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu for decades! Timeless...

Sigh at the poor life of the beauty, and mourn the death of the hero.

   "Dancing and singing, the wind is always blown away by the rain" Xiaoxiao Zebra chirped, the drums were beating, and the singing was everywhere. The bloody battles of the old days, the screeching sound of the slaughter has echoed into the whimpering gusts of cold wind. The poor Yongding River Bone bears a lot of expectations in the spring boudoir's dream! In the haze, I heard Du Fu's cry while standing under the pitch-dark sky, weeping blood. Worrying about the country and the people, the broad feelings of benefiting the world and the common people cover the sky and circulate for thousands of years in the ancient time and space. The bones and blood of the heroes of "Wolong Yuema end in loess" are finally turned into yellow flowers and decayed grass. The wild chrysanthemum trembled in the cold dew, the weeds swayed in the thick fog, the singing, banqueting and dancing of the past, carved beams and painted buildings, are now ruined and deserted, leaving half of the city alone, the end of history, silence...

The wheel of history rolls over slowly, pondering nostalgic in the poems, crying with long songs, lamenting the impermanence of the world. "Several times in the world have hurt the past, but Yamagata still sleeps on the cold current." Leaning against the window, Yanshi listened to the wind and rain indifferently, and forgot the humiliation and humiliation. Life is only a hundred years, and in Huaigu Middle School, he learned to be calm and calm. Treat life kindly and fill your heart with spiritual light. The long river of life is endless. When you walk to the place where the water is poor, you will be calm, calm, aggressive, and face it with a peaceful heart.

(Another piece of my humble work is attached, which is not well-written and generous with laughter)

   "Walking to the Sha"

  nostalgic contemplation-

  A dense calligrapher, with the fragrance of tea, the verdant greenery in the clouds, and a glimpse of the Song Dynasty in half a volume of Qingci. The singing, banqueting, and dancing finally came to an end.

  High-rise games, the painting hall pours ink, ink marks on a piece of paper write the spring and autumn, and the wolong prancing horse ends in the loess. Yamagata is still sunset.

The night is as cool as water, and a light is like beans. Carrying half a volume of Qing Poetry, warm a pot of fragrant tea, and the fragrance of tea, along the classical river in the Book of Songs, "there are creeping grass in the wild, and there is a beautiful woman, just like Qingyang." The years are high, the ink wash is dyed, and the boat of life travels in the sea of ​​​​books. Vertical and horizontal, with a classical rhythm, watching the flowers bloom in the wind and rain of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, picking up a piece of indifference in the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han, dark fragrance and sleeves, light poetic rhyme, light feelings...

Pour my ink, the Book of Fallen Yi, the ink marks on half a page of paper reveal the desolation of history. The dense fog covered the river surface, the night was vast, and on the other side, the river lights were dim, and the fishing fire had not slept. On the north bank of the Tong River, the Qin Opera is revived. "How many years have passed in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the Yumei Hengdi is locked in the empty building." in the memory of the time. The classical sentiment in my heart has been gradually peeled off by the years.

Looking back, I regained this classical feeling.

In the dead of night, all sounds are still, the brilliance of the bright moon is scattered all over the ground, the cold wind is passing, the plain face is facing the sky, the ancients are not seen before, and the comers are not seen after. Time flies, like a white horse passing through the gap, Yu Yu is magnificent, and the dust is immersed in the body, and it is difficult to hide the dimness of the wind and the dust for a moment, and it is difficult to reach the old age... This reminds me of Dai Yu, "Look at the remnants of spring, when the flowers fall, it is the time when the beauties die of old age. "It seems that I saw Feiyan's graceful and drunkenness in the sky again; I heard the oath of Hong Fushoushui; I smelled the lamentation of Yu Ji Gaixia. The sound of Zhaojun's pipa came from the ancient time and space. In front of Maweipo, Yuyankong died, and it was a sigh that the king covered his face and wept. The red and broken fragrance disappears, and the leaves fall and people die. Looking at the beauty of the city, dancing alone and being frivolous, after Rong Hua thanked him, it was nothing but an eternal silence. Haoyue stood in the sky, bowed her head, twitched gently, a graceful and graceful, sitting alone in the corner like a beautiful autumn leaf, watching the clouds rise and fall in silence. Feiyan was gone, so was the frown, but Zhaojun didn't go, yes she didn't go, because I saw Zhaojun's pipa playing the peaceful and prosperous times of the Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu for decades! Timeless...

Sigh at the poor life of the beauty, and mourn the death of the hero.

   "Dancing and singing, the wind is always blown away by the rain" Xiaoxiao Zebra chirped, the drums were beating, and the singing was everywhere. The bloody battles of the old days, the screeching sound of the slaughter has echoed into the whimpering gusts of cold wind. The poor Yongding River Bone bears a lot of expectations in the spring boudoir's dream! In the haze, I heard Du Fu's cry while standing under the pitch-dark sky, weeping blood. Worrying about the country and the people, the broad feelings of benefiting the world and the common people cover the sky and circulate for thousands of years in the ancient time and space. The bones and blood of the heroes of "Wolong Yuema end in loess" are finally turned into yellow flowers and decayed grass. The wild chrysanthemum trembled in the cold dew, the weeds swayed in the thick fog, the singing, banqueting and dancing of the past, carved beams and painted buildings, are now ruined and deserted, leaving half of the city alone, the end of history, silence...

The wheel of history rolls over slowly, pondering nostalgic in the poems, crying with long songs, lamenting the impermanence of the world. "Several times in the world have hurt the past, but Yamagata still sleeps on the cold current." Leaning against the window, Yanshi listened to the wind and rain indifferently, and forgot the humiliation and humiliation. Life is only a hundred years, and in Huaigu Middle School, he learned to be calm and calm. Treat life kindly and fill your heart with spiritual light. The long river of life is endless. When you walk to the place where the water is poor, you will be calm, calm, aggressive, and face it with a peaceful heart.

(Another piece of my humble work is attached, which is not well-written and generous with laughter)

   "Walking to the Sha"

  nostalgic contemplation-

  A dense calligrapher, with the fragrance of tea, the verdant greenery in the clouds, and a glimpse of the Song Dynasty in half a volume of Qingci. The singing, banqueting, and dancing finally came to an end.

  High-rise games, the painting hall pours ink, ink marks on a piece of paper write the spring and autumn, and the wolong prancing horse ends in the loess. Yamagata is still sunset.