Words are like radiant stars. Although not as good as the moon, they have been working hard, struggling and struggling! They are trying to radiate starlight, always trying to light up their already dim hearts and add more warmth and light to the world. That kind of intense and unfamiliar warmth. Imitate Liu Qi's "clothes are getting wider and wider, never regret, and languish for Iraq". Follow Yi 'an to laugh at the "green, fat, red and thin" begonia flowers, follow Xin Qiji to worry about the country and the people, and go to "watching the sword after drinking, blowing horns and camping in dreams"
In the warm current, enthusiastic poets came into view, taking me through one fragrant land after another, as if this warmth had crept into my heart inadvertently and immediately warmed my little heart.
It is precisely because of the poet's rise and struggle until his death. . . . . . Perhaps, their souls are really guarding their words, but have you ever thought that the stars have witnessed everything, but who will share their sadness! Those smiles really hide the loneliness and fear inside.
Then, their mother appeared, that is, the moon, which represented poetry. For thousands of years, it has been listening to the difficulties of the stars, and the stars have begun to open up gradually, and sometimes they can't help laughing. As a mother, it loves everyone in the world so that they are not afraid of the night because of the moon.
Of course, poetry is also difficult to understand. Here, you can see the lonely talent and Du Fu's gloomy appearance. You can see the ruthlessness of the battlefield and the moaning of your dissatisfied wife; You can see wandering eyes, leaving people with folded willows. . . . . .
Smart poetry, with the silence of the night, gave me a sentimental heart and taught me what is love, what is hate, what is happiness and what is sadness. . .
The breeze is blowing the earth, and the moonlight is trembling gently, facing forward and silent. . Waiting for the start of a new day.
Finally, please let me bathe in the starlight and sleep slowly. Then, my thoughts began to fly to the endless stars, forever and ever. . . . . .