I read "Song Song"

I like Song Ci, like her bold, like her mourning, like her beautiful, like her magnificent...

Song Ci is a cup of old wine, which lasts for a long time. There is a "red fragrant scented jade 簟 簟 autumn. Lightly dissolving Luo Chang, alone on the Lanzhou" Li Qingzhao; there is "there is nothing to do with the flowers, like the acquaintance of Yan returning. Xiaoyuan incense path alone" of the difference ... whether it is a word or a lyricist, It’s evocative. Some people like words, words like people, and the combination of human and human words. You have to drink slowly and drink in order to taste the taste. He rereads in the year, and it is even more memorable.

Song Ci is a new brew of tea, fragrant and elegant. "Spring day tour, apricot blossoms are full of heads." The face is not cold and willow wind, not only "blows a pool of spring water", but also wakes up "a curtain of dreams", bringing infinite ambiguity and delusion. "Biyuntian, yellow-leaf land, autumn color wave, wave on the cold smoke green." Autumn bleak makes your heart burst into cold, this time can only be "the moon and the high-rise building alone, wine into the intestines, Turn into tears of lovesickness." Song Ci is like a clear spring, her beauty is faint, you only have a paper umbrella in the drizzle of the ancient lane, full of expectations. Just at this time, every girl who is holding a paper umbrella like you, she has resentment and grief, and has the same color as lilac and the fragrance of lilac.

Song Ci is an agile poem, and it is magnificent. Yue Fei, who is angry and rushing to the crown, leaning against the bar and raining, is facing the mountains and rivers, looking up at the eyes, and screaming in the sky, and sighs "Mo is idle, white head, empty and sad". The desolation of the hero's useless land, the swan song that can't be displayed with the enthusiasm of the country, makes your soul shocked and bloody. Su Dongpo, who is going to the east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters of the ages, such as a big man in Shanxi, holding a giant prince, playing iron shovel, sings and sings "the goddess of the country, loves to laugh at me, early life, Huafa. Life is like a dream, one is still awkward Jiang Yue." How many times have you been ravaged, and your life has drifted away? How can Su Shi, who has a full-fledged economy, feel that he is not feeling ruthless, life is short, and his career is incompetent? At this time, the word people are like standing in front of you. With their impassioned, you are also excited and excited.

Song Ci is a beautiful painting with a far-reaching artistic conception. "The clouds are under the boat, the water is fresh, the sky is nostalgic, and the suspect is the lake in the lake." The East Lake gradually feels good scenery, wrinkles and ripples welcome guests. The green poplar is cold and light. The suburbs of the red apricot branches are springing out; the "outside the corners, the millennium, the long smoke and the lonely city closed", the autumn scenery outside the Sai, which is not a stop, makes people linger, even if you are Dan Qingsheng It is also difficult to draw such a colorful color.

Song Ci is a song of mourning, sighing. There are both Yue Fei and Xin Qiji, who worry about the country and the people, "When the courtier hates, when is it!" "There is a lot of pedestrians in the middle of the river under the sullen gaze." There are tears and blood in the middle of the word, their shackles are tragic and tragic. The spirit of dry clouds is revealed. There is also a deep nostalgia for the hometown of the country. "Feihong has passed, and there is no day and night in the hundred knots. It is difficult to get closer to Yanshan, and it is difficult to return to the township." Homesickness, such as Du Fu blood! This word can't be read, and the person who reads it is broken! There is also a sigh of self-destination and the love of my loved ones: "The phoenix tree is more drizzle, to the dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can a word be smashed!" "Ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable." Thousands of miles of graves, nowhere to be bleak." This kind of mourning is like the autumn rain, invading your skin, deep into your bone marrow, and painful to your heart.

Song Ci is a good teacher, a friend, and a lover. She enriches her knowledge, enlightens her wisdom, and cultivates her temperament.

I like Song Ci.

The third middle school of Wangkui County, Heilongjiang Province, the third day: Zhang Qi