"The clear water of the surging waves can drown my tassels"? At that time, Qu Zixing sang songs on the banks of the Ze River, creating a precedent of sober self-destruction. He looked at death as a mirror and sought spiritual eternity? What a brilliant result "the mountain rises and the scenery stops"! In the long and dirty world wind, great men wash their spirits with virtue, and after waking up, they shine more brightly? I naturally thought of Tao Yuanming? The wild land is boundless, with a bright future, and indifferent feelings like a wisp of Xiao Sheng under the moon? A straw hat and a shovel head, and you'll be home when you get to Nanshan? In order to transcend the realm of life, he gave up the fame and fortune of officialdom in his sobriety? "Go to Gaodong for fun and write poems on Linqing River"? He is free and happy; "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan"? He is at leisure? Facing the reality, he chose to retreat? Tibetan Artemisia, is this the great man's choice after waking up in blood, or is it to wake up and make his life as beautiful as summer flowers?
Awakening is nectar and scissors. Cutting off diseased branches and redundant leaves can make the tree of life more alive? Being awake is a kind of wisdom and a kind of pain. Sober people need to bear the burden of humiliation, disrespect and sadness, and face the blood of heroes directly, so those who dare to be sober are also strong?
Van Gogh was sober. He used brushes and fantasies to sort out the light or heavy ones. Shallow or deep? Strange pictures, bright or dark; Zhuang Zhou is sober. He split himself in half, half left yesterday and half left at dawn. He said, "I'll drag my tail in the paint" and let him come and go freely. Li Bai was sober, told the imperial concubine to grind ink and told Lux to take off his boots. In his eyes, fame and wealth and the elegance of Datang are not as clean as the bright moon? While drinking the moon, he drank the sound of thousands of families smashing clothes?
After the big waves washed the sand, we felt the power of faith and saw the brilliance of human nature. "You don't see me, you don't dance, Yuhuan Yan Fei is dusty, and leisure is the most bitter." As time goes by, small things are only fleeting lightning sparks, and the greatness that still shines after waking up is the eternal mountains and rivers.