Sadly, the Millennium is still there. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Walking back and forth from it, the road was blocked and broken, walking back and forth from it and drowning.
Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim out of it and swim in the water.
Every time I recite the poem "The Book of Songs", I see a picture: reeds bloom in the wind on the riverside in late autumn, and crystal dew shines on the white tidbits, just like the heart of a handsome guy, chaotic and pure. The figure of a beautiful woman drifted by in the distance, and the teenager hurried to chase it. He went upstream along the river bank, but the river was swift and blocked, and he could only vaguely see her skirt floating in the wind in the distance; He looked downstream along the current again, but still only vaguely caught a glimpse of her in the middle of the river, like an ethereal phantom, out of reach.
Mao Xu said: "The novel Jia Xu stabbed Xiang Gong, and without Zhou Li, his country would not be consolidated." Zhu explained: "Autumn rain is coming, and the so-called other is on the water side, and you can't get it from top to bottom." But I don't know what it means. "Wang Guowei's" Words on Earth "said:" The Book of Songs? What impressed me the most was an article called Jiaxu. "It has" I see things, so everything is my color "."Its love will also be refreshing; Its landscape writing will also attract attention; His words blurted out without any makeup. "Visible have different views on this poem. Some people think that Jia Xu is the earliest obscure poem in China, but most people read it as a love poem. In fact, whether it is a misty poem or a love poem, it is good to think of a good minister. There is no doubt that this poem has really brought us a strong artistic aesthetic feeling and rich imagination space.
We might as well regard the "Iraqi people" as a symbol of a beautiful thing. She can be an unforgettable love in our hearts, an ideal that we have been trying to achieve, a belief, an expectation and a sweet dream. We stood by the river of dreams, looking at the ethereal figure over and over again, waiting for her to turn back intently. To this end, we are willing to turn into green grass at the bottom of the river, rippling in the soft waves of her heart lake day and night. We wait for this beauty, let winter pass and spring come, day after day. The river is boundless, the wind is sighing, and the road ahead is blocked by the river, just like the helplessness of "I would like to cross the Yellow River, ice choke on the ferry, and snow climb Taihang Mountain". Even if I search up and down, I still can't get close to that hazy goal. At this time, our hearts are getting a little tired, and we begin to doubt whether our initial choice is worthwhile or not, and whether there is any reason to continue waiting. "The people across the river are in the rain, and the leaves are sad in the evening breeze." However, that figure is so attractive that it attracts our hearts like a magnet and makes us reluctant to leave.
So, we chose to keep watching. Autumn is deeper, the cold dew is thicker, and the reeds that have accompanied us for thousands of years are getting old and haggard by the river. Only we are firm and have no regrets, and "we have no regrets after a narrow escape". No matter what the result is, we only care about this unforgettable mental journey, and only care about the investment and selflessness in the process of watching. Finally, the ethereal figure drifted away from our sight. But what does it matter? She has long been engraved in our minds, melted in our blood, turned into an eternal feeling, and precipitated in the depths of our hearts. At this time, there is no sadness and confusion, our hearts are full and warm, we are smiling, consciously guarding this "nothingness" and guarding the beauty in our hearts.
When you realize the true meaning of being on the water side, you will know how to write a paper.