Walking in the bamboo forest, stepping on some ancient bluestones, listening to the echo of this clear spring slowly flowing through the crevices, blindly tasting Guanyin tea, my heart has long been integrated into this poetic feeling, and the desolation in the depths of the bamboo forest still hides a sense of sadness. How to solve your worries? Only those beautiful poems handed down through the ages melt in your heart can you heal the wounds left by your heart, and you can turn this sadness into a warm current and slowly flow into the barren wasteland until the other side blooms.
Even the sky is fading and the horizon is broken.
Hay at a glance is Yi 'an's sorrow, and this endless road is her yearning for her husband and regret for the decline of the country. She wrote this word with rice paper and a brush, which solved her long-standing troubles. "Flowers from Shui Piao to the water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure", looking at the "human"-shaped geese in the white clouds, looking at the moonlight pouring from the attic, Yi An's heart is not sad, so how can he meet Zhao Mingcheng again? Her love, like an endless sorrow, is the helplessness of "three cups and two glasses of wine, how can we compete with him?" It's too late to hurry. " Yi An wrote her life in words and expressed her worries in words. But her love didn't come back after all, and so did she. She was always there, looking at the fence alone and writing two words with a pen-waiting.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Shuttling through this ancient road, Ma Zhiyuan's faint sadness crossed my heart, leaving an indelible mark, so I fell in love with this sentence. There are too many melancholy that are hard to get rid of. Only by telling your feelings a little bit, the pain of homesickness will not be so heavy. Because poetry, this ups and downs of life, wandering heart, this complex and circuitous sadness, are gradually forgotten in this west wind, turned into a homesick rain, and infiltrated into this vast land. It's not Du Kang who "raises a glass to allay his sorrow", but this sentence, which expresses the poet's unspeakable melancholy.
Gambling books were so fragrant that it was unusual at that time.
Dead leaves are everywhere, and the sadness of Nalan Rong Ruo is like a gentle wind, which fills the blank thoughts after my frustration. His beloved wife died, leaving him with endless pain. The first meeting and the last meeting with her were so short, but the sadness was so long. The phrase "if life is just like the first time" has exhausted his love and regret, and everything in his heart can only be lifted because of poetry. Sorrow is like a sharp knife, which pierces the heart. In Rong Ruo's words, the knife is defined as a fragment, turning it into a dead leaf scattered all over the floor. My sadness, in the words of Nalan Rong Ruo, entered the Peach Blossom Garden.
When I am sad, I like to indulge in every word of ancient poetry, savor their sadness, decorate my sadness with this beautiful text, relieve my anxiety, and integrate me with poetry. Jing M.Guo once said that "youth is a kind of beautiful sadness", and my youth sadness gradually faded away in their poems until it disappeared. Who can solve my worries, only the ancient poems I love.