The night wind is cool, and the milky moonlight passes through the gap. Is it Taibai's melancholy of "looking up, I found that the moonlight sank back, and I suddenly remembered home", or is it the urgency of asking my husband now, near my village, and I dare not ask a question when I meet someone? You can go to the moon for nine days and catch turtles in the five oceans. It is purely a peak rhyme, with joy and sadness, optimism and depression, and the world is unbearable. Only when fresh ideas are filtered can you live for half a day.
"Deng" is a kind of realm, a kind of flat boat realm above rivers. You can taste wine, you can be proficient in poetry and painting, you can walk among trees, and you can look up at "the bright moon is like a hook, the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn, the cutting is constant, and the reason is still chaotic." A fishing boat leaves you relaxed and happy, always moored in front of Mount Cisse, with dewdrops dancing and peach blossoms in full bloom.
The strangeness and quietness of Jiangting Zhu Yuan: The elegant charm of the sky and mountains brewed a melancholy beauty, an ethereal beauty, a concise and pure beauty. People can not only escape from the noise and dust temporarily, but also seek spiritual nourishment and spiritual comfort from the pure nature. Therefore, "when my boat was moving in the misty berth" has landed on the cape.
"Boarding" is a kind of melancholy and sadness. The desert beyond the Great Wall, where the long river falls at the head of the Japanese yen, is still a borderless battlefield where the flag is cold and the night drum is low. Horses are buried and smoke flies like foxes. The luxury of "Jade Dragon defeated 3 million, broken bones flying all over the sky" has been stirred for thousands of years, and deer and tripod frequently compete. It has never been the so-called "inside the red gauze tent", but it is "the running water has come out of spring, it is heaven and earth." The gentleman is so hesitant that "he can take its place."
Landing is a kind of poetry. The lilac woman written by Dai Wangshu is graceful. It is the weak rain in Yu Guangzhong, the bold and tragic poem in Taibai ... Only when he landed, Yun Fan hung high and broke the waves, and only then did he gallop on the battlefield. The soul of a thousand years, the rhyme of a thousand years, all in one song, "Reach the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.." . Picking flowers for one night-near Bofeng Bridge, catching snow in the cold river, brewing life into a cup of light tea, full of eternal taste, covering the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, bringing wine to the scene and feeling of landing at the same time.