Mid-Autumn Festival, the lonely moon rises slowly, and it gets rid of the shackles of clouds and gradually brightens up. Then, the moonlight quietly sprinkled on the stone bench in the yard, with a faint silver light. Mid-Autumn Festival, let me take your hip flask and sit quietly on the stone bench, facing the moonlight. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon, cheers. When you raise your glass with trembling hands, you are surprised to find that there is a fluctuating full moon in the glass, shaking crisply. You can't help touching poetry, and your eyes are sad. You said word for word: "an autumn shadow turns into a golden wave, and the flying mirror grinds." I know you are worried about the Southern Song Dynasty, the decadent imperial court. You actively made suggestions for the court of the Southern Song Dynasty and tried to recover the Central Plains. Ten Treatises on Meiqin and Nine Treatises are the fruits of your painstaking efforts, but things always backfire, don't they? Refuse, the blow is coming at you.
Suddenly, a strange light flashed in your eyes. You stare at the bright moon and blurt out, "What if you are cheated by white hair?"
The moon is still like this, and Chang 'e seems to be looking at you, silent. Suddenly your vast heart is choppy, and your eyes twinkle: "Take the wind and go up to Wan Li in the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers." Yes, you believe in yourself and always support your career, so you really want to ride the wind and overlook the great rivers and mountains of the motherland! A beautiful moonlit night, a song "Too often quoted? The Mid-Autumn Festival in Jiankang, with a stroke of a pen, also introduced me into your heart.
Gu Beiting, Jingkou, where I met you again. Where can I see China? Here, it is really full of scenery, the Yangtze River rolling eastward, the exquisite carved columns with upturned cornices, boating on the river surface and the handover of Tianshui in the distance ... Jiangnan is still there, and where is the Central Plains in the distance? You lament. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the incompetent Zhao Gou, you will naturally think of the hero Sun Quan, "give birth to a child like Sun Zhongmou". In the face of the surging Yangtze River, my thoughts are flying and my ambitions are hard to pay! I can only stand by and watch your melancholy appearance and that melancholy "Nanxiangzi" ...
Forty-three, this represents the number of failures! Finally, at the age of 43, you fled this world and began to waste your time. I understand your helplessness and powerlessness A poem "Partridge Sky" can be the best interpretation: "Looking back, sighing at the present, the spring breeze has not dyed the white beard." "Qing Pingle? The village house brought me into your long-term leisure life: "The older children hoe beans, the middle children weave chicken cages, and they like children best, and the stream heads lie and peel the lotus." "A kind of artistic conception let me see the farm life in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Xin Qiji, your lines are full of sadness and elegance, which is your essence, guiding me to see the bumpy course of the Southern Song Dynasty and letting me feel your mind. ...
However, in a burst of excitement, I picked up a book of poetry, chewed the phrase "a teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow" and stepped into your lofty heart.