2. Look behind Li Bai and Du Fu, meditate on Su Shi's footprints, hold your breath in the self-styled and simple chanting, and stare at the wonderful philosophical metaphors of the sages. What is clear between the lines is the interpretation and cultivation of life, and it is clearly the taste and understanding of man and nature. Looking at Nanshan, a boat with a leaf and a bamboo cloak, an old man is fishing in the Hanjiang River-what fun it is to pick chrysanthemums and snow under the hedge, and what a life realm it is! The waves between rivers are surging in the sky, and the clouds are gathering. The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, an isolated city and Wan Ren Mountain. What a soul it is and how spectacular it is! The mountains, water, grass and trees between heaven and earth are all in light ink and rich colors.
The heart is a pneumatic stone. As long as the heart does not fade, sink or grow old, there will be a condescending atmosphere when it is held in your hand. You can wander in the Peach Blossom Garden, indulge in the Red Cliff Fu, meditate under Yueyang Tower and daydream in front of Wang Tengting Pavilion. You can enjoy the distant moon in Qin dynasty and the lonely smoke in the desert. ("Reading Mountains and Rivers with Open Books")
3. Reading is an encounter across time and space. In the book, you can climb Tianmu Mountain with Li Bai and pick white clouds and rosy clouds; You can * * * enjoy green manure, red thinness and Huang Meiyu with Li Qingzhao, and compete with her among the lotus flowers; You can also visit Cambridge with Xu and pick weeds in the river under the bridge. You can also work with Hemingway to help the old fisherman Santiago resist the ravages of sharks and feel the great and lofty spiritual realm that people can be destroyed but not defeated; You can also become bosom friends with Confucius, Sima Qian, Cao Xueqin, Shakespeare, Hugo and Tolstoy, and have a chat with Lu Xun, Jia Pingwa, Shen Congwen, Ba Jin and Qian Zhongshu in the book. With so many friends, your back will be especially straight.
Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. Indeed, reading a good book is like talking to a noble person. Finish your homework every night, bite a green fruit, hold a beloved book, and have a candlelight night outing with the author.
I enjoy flowers, rain, sea and clouds with the characters in the book, and I am also afraid of leaving the people in my arms. I want to say a lot, I will cry for Qiong Yao's eternal plot, and I will be amused by Qian Zhongshu's humor and wisdom.
Gradually, I have the ability to report for a long time and at dusk, learn poetry and amazing sentences, sit and watch Yun Qi proudly, and proudly descend from the sky to give talents a job! Spin a thousand silver coins and they're all back! ...
I began to appreciate a misty and rainy free and easy life, and felt that tolerance was great; The wall stands a thousand miles away, and it is just shocking without desire. I admire the heroism of cleaning up the old mountains and rivers; The heart is floating down three thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way is magnificent ...
Walking into the world of books is soft and ethereal, just like I am dreaming alone; Walking in the air, pushing away the white clouds that block your sight, you can see one new realm after another (entering the world of books).
5. When Chinese characters bear the heavy burden of Chinese civilization, they also leave a unique charm in the history books: there is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return, and the graceful and graceful rhythm jumps with the agility of every word; The wind in Liu Ting soothes people to sleep during the day, and those who fall asleep during the day soothes people to sleep in the wind. Unique palindrome poems recite the exquisiteness of singing and sighing. The openness of The River of No Return, the implication of Haitang, the sentimentality of Wei Yun, and the desolation of Guanhe seem that all the feelings in the world can be pinned on Chinese characters. It is Chinese characters that can make 28 women sing farewell to hate with red fangs, and it is also Chinese characters that can make Kansai men recite the sadness of parting and the pain of national subjugation with iron plates and copper pipa. Which language has such connotation? Colorful Chinese characters, Chinese characters that witness the rise and fall, Chinese characters that rhyme long and beautifully ... 6. I like poetry, concise sentences, picturesque artistic conception, profound philosophy and unique aura.
Poetry, beautiful and magnificent; On the moonlit night, when the flowers fall, it can help you laugh and hurt you to leave; Adjust the gold and clear the stone grievances, and sing the wind, flowers and snow; This world should only be loved by me and only known by you.
In the poem, there are lonely smoke in the desert, the charming scenery of the long river setting the yen, and the bleak loneliness of autumn frost flying late, leaving the lotus dry and listening to the rain; There are Qian Fan beside the sunken ship, Wan Muchun's perseverance in front of the diseased tree, and the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. There are sighs about wine as a song, the geometry of life, and the madness of hitting the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow; have ...
You can travel to every corner of the world here. Therefore, after traveling, you will become a rich man, a rich man with knowledge and spirit.
So, I often sit alone by the corner window of the cubicle, waiting for the lonely lamp, and integrate myself into Song Yu of tang style thousands of years ago, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable; Or sit quietly by the lake of Yanbo and watch the fishing boat sing later than the water and sky meet; Still reading love in the bean light, sad for the faint guzheng. ...
In fact, the better reading poetry or tea, or the better drinking, is also a kind of enjoyment. After reading for a long time, you can read some smells.
Reading while awake is like spring water in the mountains, clear and sweet; Reading when you are drunk is like looking at the mountains in the fog, which is blurred and difficult to distinguish. Read happiness when depressed, love when confused, sincerity when hesitant, joy when sad, and self-improvement when frustrated ... Here, you can read not only joy and sweetness, but also sadness and bitterness. ("I like poetry")
7. You said: pull out the mountains and villages, make great efforts to govern, and never die. Yes, you are a warrior, you can carry a tripod, you can pull out mountains, and you can swallow 3,000 enemy troops in the battle of Julu. Even Li Qingzhao praises you: live as a hero and die as a ghost. However, you didn't become a monarch. Are times against you? No, Xinfeng Hongmen's 400,000 troops are enough to rule the world. You lost, just because you are fishing for fame, and you don't understand that people are irresistible. What did the burning and looting bring? People's grievances are boiling! Do you know what happened to the Qin dynasty, where benevolence and righteousness were not applied and the offensive and defensive trends were different? Do you know the truth that those who win the hearts of the people win the world? Can you unify the world by pulling out mountains? Facing you, there is too much helplessness. I am speechless.
You said, "Don't be a soldier, break Pei Gongjun!" ! But did you do it? You turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye to Fan Zeng's persuasion to strike hard and not lose, as a sign of breaking up. what do you think? Why do you listen to Xiang Bo and ignore Fan Zeng? Have you thought about the consequences of letting Liu Bang go? Fan Zeng's departure, the siege of Gaixia and the defeat of Wujiang River have already laid a curse. Imagine if Liu Bang was killed at the Hongmen banquet, wouldn't the world of the Qin Dynasty be at your fingertips? Didn't you take a concubine, ride a donkey, and follow the songs of the elders in Jiangdong to travel to Liuhe? Don't you have to bear the sadness of failure again, and your heart is twisted when you listen to the siege? Facing you, there are too many sad regrets. I am speechless. ("I am speechless, singing, silently facing Xiang Yu")
8, like a dream. Poetic youth.
Poetic youth comes from the warm wind of ignorant childhood. When the spring breeze in February cuts the thin willow leaves green, the spring river is warm, jasper is full of trees and tapestries are all over the ground. I felt the willow color again and again, and my dream sprouted in that spring. When the midday sun shone on the farmer's hoe, the dark skin, flashing sweat and the fragrance of the earth gradually opened the door of my poetry.
Poetic youth beautifies the scenery in the heart. Once, I took a fallen fairy fluttering in white and high above me, watching the waterfall plummet, the Milky Way hanging upside down and smiling at the surging clouds; I used to watch the scenery of Chibi with the charming and unrestrained Dongpo layman, throwing stones through the air and hitting the shore, so that thousands of piles of snow welled up in my heart; I have seen beautiful southern Xinjiang, where the river is red at sunrise and green like blue in spring; I have seen the magnificent northland, which is frozen thousands of miles away and snowed in Wan Li. I have seen the mysterious prairie, the sky is gray and wild, and I see cattle and sheep when the wind blows; I have seen the spring river under the moon, Red Cliff under the moon, Cambridge under the moon ... poetic youth, the sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the water is smoke, and the mountains are thick eyebrows. Poetic youth, colorful scenery! Poetic youth represents a colorful life. Truth, goodness and beauty rise in poetry, and the simple and pure love of ancient people is sung in Hezhou; The red dress, which took the place of her father to join the army, is heroic and spirited, crossing the mountains and heading for the plains, making people believe that women in the world can also become heroes in the world; Acacia's two maids set each other off. It turns out that the poet is eager to recover the ambition of the Central Plains and has a lifelong tenderness; It turns out that the couples in the stone moat shed more tears than those in the eternal life hall. Poetic youth, I have insight into society, honed my mind, and learned love.
Poetic youth, I talk to the ancients, celebrities and great men with my heart, I embrace their hearts and locate them in my heart. Li Bai is a fairy, dressed in white, dancing in the air, delicate and elegant; Du Fu is a holy and wild old village man, and the sufferings of people's livelihood are in his heart. Wang Wei is a Buddha, sitting alone in the empty mountains and fresh rain, burning incense and forgetting the front edge, letting the bright moon shine softly on his heart, and letting the clear spring flow gently from his side; Liu Yuxi is a noble, upright and upright person with profound implications. Both of them have been to Du Xuan, and his heroic spirit is soaring, and now he is back, leaving an indestructible back for future generations, standing tall and indomitable.
Poetic youth, I tasted that herringbone is not just two simple strokes, standing up straight, propping up a sky and shining in history; Standing crooked and stepping on one side of the soil will be remembered for thousands of years. I admire Qu Zi's long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi, and I will pursue it up and down; Praise Wen Tianxiang, who has never died since ancient times, and take care of the fearlessness of history; Sigh Yue Fei's thirty fame, the dust of eight thousand miles and the heroic moon; Eulogize for the life and death of Xu Gouli's country, and therefore seek good fortune and avoid evil. Poetic youth, I taste the great love and true love in the world.
Youth with poetry and dreams of flying. I look forward to one day stepping into that sacred temple, writing about human customs and expressing lofty sentiments. I like Ai Qing singing the beautiful motherland with a hoarse throat; Like Shu Ting standing on the snow-white starting line, she tells the vicissitudes of the times with tears in her eyes; Much like the leaves of Sophora japonica in Jixian, with a touch of homesickness; Like Xu Zhimo's snowflake, it flies freely between heaven and earth quietly. Poetic youth and ideal wings were once trapped in the swamp of reality. It was this great poet who led me into three academic fields. When the west wind blows from the withered green trees, and I taste the confusion of endless roads alone, the Millennium cold plum blows in my heart with its unique fragrance. Yes, plums always brew their fragrance in the wind and snow, and swords always bloom with burning light in tempering! So, I started reading at night again. My clothes are getting wider and wider, and people are gaunt, but I never regret it, and my inner feelings are more fulfilling. When the lights are dim, when I suddenly look back, my heart is clear. In the darkness and storm, my young heart has already turned into a petrel written by Gorky, spreading its wings and flying!
The wind/can't make me blue/rain/can't make me sad/neither wind nor rain/can make my heart/unclear. Rough/A pair of durable sandals/Difficulties and obstacles/A shiny commemorative medallion/I am a leaf/Meridian is Moribin, I am a drop of water/Soul is the ocean.
Poetic youth has traveled all over the great rivers of the motherland and seen three mountains and five mountains; Poetic youth, seeing all kinds of life, joys and sorrows; Poetic youth, wandering oblique wind and blurred drizzle can't fetter my progress; Poetic youth, only for the love in the heart, nirvana in difficulties and growth in struggle!
9, homesickness is orange light under the cover of night, hazy and gentle; Homesickness is a feather that crosses Qian Shan, heavy and sweet; Homesickness is a silent mountain, solid and eternal.
In the dictionary of seasons, homesickness is a fallen leaf in late autumn, which leaves the branches with reluctance and nostalgia, walks with the wind and slowly goes away with the pace of time. Floating, flying, flying, finally lying quietly in the embrace of the earth, sleeping soundly.
In literati's poems, homesickness is Li Bai's wandering feelings like floating clouds, and his hometown is like the setting sun. Homesickness is the bright jathyapple of Du Fu's hometown, full of dew of wild flowers. It is memorable that he left Zhang Zhi's home when he was young and had no choice but to change his hairstyle. It's just a song to cross the mountain tomorrow morning, and it should be a concern on the faucet; I, Meng Haoran, moved forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat sailing painfully in the distant sky; Liu Changqing is old-fashioned, so autumn breaks the detachment of my homesickness.
On a moonlit night, the yard immersed in the moonlight looked up thoughtfully and found that the moonlight had sunk back. I suddenly remembered my home and couldn't help but burst into tears, wringing out the towel covered with tears and dripping a trace of nostalgia. At the moment when the morning sun rises, watching the rosy clouds in the sky, I recite, sing my songs loudly and drink my wine. When I come home in the green spring, they are full of pride, get up and sing the same homesickness.
In the days of studying abroad, homesickness was sealed in a jar and labeled, thinking that it would slowly dry up with the passage of time. Suddenly, one day, I opened the sealed red paper, only to find that homesickness was still pervasive in every place between heaven and earth. Suddenly, I realized that homesickness is like wine. The longer you hide it, the stronger it tastes.
Nostalgia is a bitter wait, a sweet wait, an instant touch, and a constant tenderness. (Homesickness)
10, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, you turn a blind eye; Penglai, a masterpiece of ancient and modern times, is boring to watch; The towering Mount Tai and the Great Wall of Wan Li make you flinch; Traffic through the building, chickens and dogs hear each other, and you laugh. ...
Then, God sighed heavily. Sad for your ignorance, sigh for the buried beauty.
Friend, wake up! Open your eyes, it is given by God, and it should be full of aura. There are so many beautiful things in the world, waiting for you to discover, appreciate and enjoy. You are awakened by God's sigh, reach out and rub your eyes and look at the world in front of you. You sighed, a little guilty and a little happy. You seem to understand something, stand up and feel the realm of beauty with your heart.
Climb this mountain and enjoy the pleasure that other mountains look small under the sky. , ignite the long-lost fighting spirit in your heart; Embrace the sea, feel the sea, accept the mind of all rivers, and abandon the long-hidden depression in your heart; Go deep into the mountains, blend in with the tranquility of moonlight in the pine forest and the tranquility of crystal stone in the stream, and find the long-lost tranquility in your heart. ...
The river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages, Su Shi is unrestrained and unstoppable; There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frowning, but mind that Li Qingzhao's tenderness is euphemistic and delicate; Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? Li Bai is romantic, elegant and unrestrained; They run after you, crying, tugging at your sleeve, wailing in the clouds, Du Fu's human sufferings, the waves at the bottom of his pen ... put down his poetry book and step into the countryside, and you listen attentively to the notes of the countryside. Fertile fields and beautiful ponds, streams gurgling; Cocks crow and dogs bark, accompanied by cattle and sheep; Blue sky and white clouds, smoke curling up ... The previous contempt disappeared, and you realized the existence of beauty. With us opening your window overlooking the garden and fields, we talked about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands. There is a rice fragrance saying that there is a bumper harvest, and I am glad to listen to the frogs; Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can enjoy yourself in Nanshan.
You feel the beauty everywhere, and you begin to be glad and proud of having a pair of eyes; Began to be intoxicated and influenced by the beauty of the world. You put your hands on your chest and meditate piously in your mouth. You are thanking God for his gift.
God smiles so sweetly; You're smiling, too. You are so satisfied! Dear friends, never forget that God has given you a pair of eyes ... 1 1, I don't want to/like a thin cloud in the sky/like a boat in the smoke/floating/open the backpack of honesty:/If there is an ice heart in the corner, the world will become smaller when you appreciate yourself. /Open the honest backpack, which contains Ai Qing's chanting:/Time goes downstream and life goes against the current. /Open the honest backpack with Tagore's song:/Like a waterfall touching the distant sea with running water, I touch God with my song.
12, let's go back to history and see the choice of writing. This is Qin Gui's choice. Although your kindness is as deep as the sea, is the minister's life as heavy as a mountain? This is Hong Chengchou's choice. No matter the loss of the Sixth Army, he will only be a beauty. This is Wu Sangui's choice. What they pursue and yearn for is high-ranking officials and generous salaries, leading a life of drunkenness and dreaming of death, so they choose to kneel down to betray the country and defect to the enemy. Heaven and earth are selfless, and finally history is smeared with its meanness and shame, and then Ercao's reputation is ruined, and rivers, lakes and seas are abandoned forever. I'm kind, too. Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets. This is Qu Yuan's choice. My heart is a magnet. I'm not saying that the South won't rest. This is Wen Tianxiang's choice. It is Lin Zexu's choice to live or die, to be a blessing or a curse. What they care about and devote themselves to is the national economy and people's livelihood and the great cause of the world, so they choose to strengthen the country and revitalize the nation. The years are full of affection, and they are full of tears. Although they died gloriously, they wrote patriotic chapters with their pursuit, loyalty, honest and frank and Gao Shangshu, thus making their great life and heaven and earth * * * last forever and shine with the sun!
13, singing haggard Dr. San Lv, lamenting that the world was overcast and I was alone. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone and fell into tears. The phoenix bird is the phoenix emperor, and the sky is helpless. Angry, he had to choose death to establish the majesty of conscience and the grace of human nature. The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the generous elegy of a strong man gone forever also sings the deep choice of another desperate hero, Jing Ke; My heart is a magnet, it doesn't mean that Wen Tianxiang, who refuses to rest in the south, will stay in Danxin forever.
The choice of being worthy of heaven and having no regrets has shaped the elegance and reason of later generations. Therefore, women can bear the sacred mission and achieve a win-win space for peace and development; Only by relying on a broad mind can a master write about the awakening of China people and the profoundness of China culture; Heroes can interpret the immortal spirit and illuminate the extremely vivid direction of their country's survival and the whole human moral journey. Therefore, their brilliance has never faded and will never fade.
14, some people say that China people created the moon. This statement is not an exaggeration. Scientifically speaking, the moon is just a lifeless and emotionless ore, but thanks to countless beautiful poems by countless poets in China, it is endowed with immortal life. There is a cloud in Wang Wei's poem: there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. Zhang Jishi Cloud: Frosty night and Jiang Feng's sad sleep. Li Bai's poem: Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and don't point his golden cup at the moon! . Su Shi's Ci: When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. These beautiful poems are still carefully appreciated, giving people a lingering feeling. But at the same time, we will find that the poet's feelings are different: Wang Wei's ease, Zhang Ji's frustration, Li Bai's wild, Su Shi's entry into the WTO. The same is true, the understanding of the same thing is different. Similarly, for other things, poets have different understandings. Some people like spring, while others feel sad about it. When someone is hurt, it is even more painful. Emotion is a basic point and a divergent source of understanding things.
15, is it the Jiangnan wanderer in Sunset Tower Breaking Sound? Do you hate the ancients for not knowing that you are crazy? Is it a sad bird that doesn't cry, shed tears or bleed?
In that hedonistic era, people expected you to sing flowers and moons and show off poems, but you insisted on going to the high-rise building alone, watching Wu Gou and patting the railing. On one side, the sun is setting, and the misty rain is heartbroken. On the other hand, BMW carved cars all over the road, and you insisted on being an Iraqi in the dim light.
You denounce, you don't dance, you don't watch, Yuhuan Yan Fei is loess; You hesitate, who can you change, red scarf and green sleeves, hero tears; You are looking forward to, intoxicated, looking at the sword and dreaming of blowing the horn.
How I want to travel through a thousand years, * * * You are drunk with the bright moon. 16, ... She turned the tuning pin and tested several strings. Even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Children are the crystallization of parents' love and the node from love to affection. Therefore, my parents regard me as an angel from God. In my mother's abdomen, I began the first lesson of family education. Listening to light music and doing aerobics are all my compulsory courses. I grew up happily in a warm and friendly environment.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Love your daughter and become a phoenix. Strict father's loving mother is two complementary roles in my childhood. My father scolded me severely. When he teaches me, he always has the gentle voice of his mother to comfort him. This is success. When I was a child, what I learned was solid and solid, which was due to my father; My heart is kind but not delicate. This is my maternal love. Don't be a flower in a greenhouse, and don't degenerate and be negative.
The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.
After school, my parents relaxed a little and stopped restricting my activities all day. In order to relieve the pressure of study, parents at the weekend likes to take me for an outing in the suburbs. Those days have been imprinted in my mind, because they are beautiful and will not be repeated. Remember, flowers are always in bloom, grass is always green, the wind is always warm, and birds are always happy, just like my mood.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
When the rebellious god came, I was not smart enough to please my parents. I always feel that I have grown up and no longer need platitudes and nagging. I like strange clothes and talk back, and the atmosphere at home is somewhat dignified. In retrospect, I seem to have gone the wrong way. Thanks to my father, that stern face suddenly turned into kindness and patience. He guided me step by step, never exposing my shortcomings, nor repeating the sermon, so the dark days passed silently.
Pay attention to your strokes at the end of the song. All four strings make a sound, just like spinning.
Finally raised me. I have some tragic feelings when I leave my parents. When my parents are old, I find white silk on their temples. My parents laughed, and when I found their gratified eyes, I suddenly cried. Parents' love, parents' words and deeds have long been engraved in my heart. Finally, the father said, Son, I can only go by myself in the future. Take care of yourself!
Who cried the most in his seat, his eyes were wet.
I want to thank my parents for their teaching. They are the most ordinary parents, but they are the stars I will always admire. They light the way forward for me and guide me to a bright future. Thank you, that's all I can say.
17, Tao Yuanming's sentence that talented people don't hide in the world, how many people who are frustrated in the temple are drawn by how many humble and pitiful people in the rivers and lakes? How many people's wandering dreams were brought out by Wang Bo's words? Whether it's the comfortable world, the Jianghu Fan Lizhou, or the height of Fan Zhongyan's temple ... isn't the distance between rivers and lakes filled with a distant and ancient dream of freedom? How many people are interested in temples? They intend to give up what is happening in the world and win the fame in front of and behind them. Suddenly, they found that this is a solemn temple, but it was already the thunder of Huang Zhong's suppression of Wafulei, or they felt that the hero was born in an untimely loneliness, or they were tired of intrigue and power, so they either took the initiative or passive, or went from the high temple to the distant rivers and lakes in an open-minded or sad way, trying to pursue a kind of broadmindedness, a kind of.
18, I stood on the foggy river, and on the Wangjiang Tower, the homesick woman who stared at me all day and was heartbroken was still Yi 'an. How many times, she sent her husband thousands of miles; How many times, I want to say. Who knows the sadness of falling out of the water? Who knows the frown, but the heart is worried about acacia? Who can share a lot of unbearable troubles? Now things are people's business, how can you not want to cry first? Although gifted, as a woman, Yi An prefers to face her husband day and night. Flying with me, there are too many unhappy things. How many times, Yi 'an, who is getting old, sat alone in the lonely courtyard, watching the ruthlessness of the west wind rolling shutter door, lost in the sadness that people are thinner than yellow flowers, thus leaving a poem sung through the ages. I stood behind her, watching her disappear in the deep courtyard where yellow flowers piled up everywhere, watching this eternal beauty.
19, full of poems and books. In this wonderful and helpless world, only books can give you infinite power. Without the edification of books, people will never be people! I dare not forget the responsibility of worrying about the country and the people, the boldness of my life, and the grandeur of Longquan city wall every night, all from books, just as Gorky said: books are the ladder of human progress. Wake up, China!
20. Reading is a shortcut for people to acquire knowledge. They can enjoy the charm and beauty of books without leaving home. Reading, let us realize the fragrance of red lotus root, the jade mushroom in autumn, and the comfort of being alone in Lanzhou; Let's enjoy picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and see the tranquility of Nanshan leisurely; Let us know that the water surface is clear and round, and the wind can happily hold it up. Don't stay at home, you can have a panoramic view of natural beauty and human landscape, and your own heart. Isn't that interesting?