Classical poetry dream

Classical poetry, turned into a colorful butterfly, flying around me; classical poetry, turned into a small flower, fragrant at my desk; classical poetry, more like a dream, let me indulge in it...

Classical poetry, such as a dream, mixed with rich floral fragrance, came to me. Here, there is a peony that is “ruthless and moving”. There is a hibiscus that “does nothing but blame the east wind.” There is a sea otter with “silk-sucking scorpion, sputum and sand”, here is the “dark fragrance floating moon dusk” Plum blossom... The charm of white flowers is reflected in the classical poetry: "Flower Xiehua is not full of flowers", the flowers are raining, the fragrant air is filled with the sadness of the jade jade; "Tearful eyes ask flowers, chaotic red fly Going over the swings, the flowers are speechless, accompanied by people with sadness; "the yellow flowers are piled up, derogatory", falling red, like the people who look out the window... In the classical poetry, I feel the flowers Beautiful, noble flowers, flowers...

Classical poetry, such as a dream, carries me with a moonlight. "When is the moon going? Ask the wine to ask the sky." Su Shi's month is open-minded. He knows that "people have joys and sorrows, and there is a cloudy and sunny month. This is an ancient matter." He used his open chest to accommodate his moon. He issued a beautiful wish of "I hope that people will last forever, and they will have a long history." If Su Shi’s moon is a round full moon and atmosphere, then Liu Yong’s moon is a thin and frown moon, beautiful. In the "sinking and sinking", the figure of the singer appeared on the riverside. He "hands his eyes and looked at the tears, and he was speechless." Then, the lyrics sent out the feelings of "Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng Remnant Moon". A crooked, thin moon hangs in the air, revealing a lonely, cold light.