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Clouds floated across the quiet mountain stream with bumps, and the wind and rain swept through ancient times with vicissitudes. The Eastern Jin Dynasty is a stormy and chaotic historical segment. Magnificent palace, supreme imperial power and personal ambition are like ripples of a dragonfly across the lake. Under the sky of Huanglong jacket, it seems that nothing can soar. Lyna, how much do you hate your loss and helplessness on the way to seclusion?
Your ambition to "escape from all parts of the world and love Philip Burkart" has not left the string, and you have been lost in an indescribable "return to Xi". "The world is against me", and the noise of the city only casts a lost shadow in your eyes. You resolutely drove away, dusty all the way. No one has ever given it to you, always dreaming and vague. Maybe a cuckoo is singing. ...
Morning dew, sake, birds singing, poetic pastoral life is like a beautiful and far-reaching hymn, you are intoxicated by its notes and cultivated in its melody. Planting beans in Nanshan, picking chrysanthemums in Dongli, looking far away, my heart is far away. You didn't pretend to swim with your heart, but you won a high-spirited festival behind you. You can only be yourself when you are happy, but the story that you don't bend over for five buckets of rice is circulated by future generations in the world.
Your state of mind illuminates people in the dark career, and your idealization has been the goal pursued by scholars for thousands of years. Everything, lyna, you are wanton, inadvertently revealed, people are like their lives, you live naturally and freely, but also uninhibited, implying a little melancholy.
Do you ever remember that you "caressed the lonely and lingered" and did not forget the sufferings of the people outside the castle peak? You are lonely not because you are unhappy, but because you have nothing to do with others. You think that troubled times are not satisfactory, and your ideal does not weigh reality, so you advise people, "I want to live in Shanghai for the rest of my life. I wish you a happy drink, and I can't drive back." Dreams are not abandoned by you, but a bright light in troubled times. Afterwards, you don't need to think about it or sigh. You are integrated into nature, and you will drink every guest. You will be drunk when you have wine, drunk when you have mountains, drunk when you have water, and more drunk in your heart.
Sow in spring, till the day in summer, harvest in Qiu Lai, and enjoy picturesque scenery behind closed doors in winter. Within one room, I felt for many days that you changed your name to "God", whether you were absorbed in it or detached from the secular world. Maybe only the birds under your eaves caught a glimpse of the brilliance on your face that day. But after thousands of years of reincarnation, the birds in the Eastern Jin Dynasty lost their wings and could not reach today's era. The memory of that era was just blowing in the wind's pastime, hastily buried in the wheel of time, and only the word "Tao Qian" was unearthed, leaving endless admiration and imagination for future generations.
After ten years of reincarnation, the brilliance of life can't stand the erosion and polishing of time. No matter how detached you are from the world, you will still sigh "feeling the rest of your life", or maybe you are really detached from mortal reverie and fear of life and death, and you have an open mind of "what to do if you die". Life is really like summer flowers and death is like autumn water, so peace comes from nature and belongs to the earth.
Throughout your life, you have been poor and dreamy, but your image is just as tall and vague. The eyes of future generations are not enough to bear the aura of examining your life. In the eyes of children, you will always be a hero!
The vicissitudes of ancient times left the same objectivity, but different times have different judgments. You settled in the ancient Eastern Jin Dynasty, but in my narrow blog, you were given infinite admiration. In my eyes, Tao Yuanming has only one word, and his mood is entangled in his chic journey of life.
In my eyes, Tao Yuanming's mood is like a person who has been sighing for the soul of Tao Qian's five poems for thousands of years!