Your lonely dance for thousands of years

The sky is high and the sky is light, you are in the shadow of the double-eyed snow white, "the old man talks about the young man madness"; Jingtao pats the shore, you sing in the cold wind "Da Jiangdong, the waves are exhausted." You are a fearless hero, a hero who is released, but who knows, you are open-minded and lonely for thousands of years?

The temple is sorghum

You are an unconstrained poet and an official who loves the people. When the two are in harmony, how can we get the official experience of the officialdom? The Wutai poetry case may be just an opportunity. Let you reflect on the gap between dream and reality, reflect on freedom and life, so after 103 days in prison, you have changed.

You become no longer mad and introverted and modest, no longer stunned and concealed. You suddenly understand Tao Ju's "You can see Nanshan" and understand that it is too white and "put the white deer between the green cliffs." You are holding on to your noble heart, above the forgotten, and carefully living in this dark world.

You are just like a squat, when there is no sapling ancient wood in this world, there is no food for practice, you have to live in the dark for a while, only for the light to inherit. What new party and old party are just for their own benefit! When fate throws you a green olive branch again, you will refuse to leave and ask to leave Kyoto.

Other people’s sarcasm, others’ ridicule, let them talk about it! You are willing to choose change for the sake of justice and freedom, and the ten miles of Sudi will always sing your high winds.

On one side is the Vanity Fair, which is worth a million dollars, and on the other side is the Lingnan Mountain Forest, which is three hundred litchis. And in order to stick to your inner justice and pride, you will turn around and leave only a singular singularity to future generations.

Life is dead and self-deprecating

The moonlight is like silver, pouring into the ground. And you, but tears Danqing.

Ten years of life and death. Once the gods and monks, only the lonely cranes are flying alone. Under the ground, is she still thinking of the former clothes flying at this moment?

She is sitting in the Xuan window and dressing up. It is still so beautiful, but you have not been young and frivolous, and the two have already given birth to Huafa. You are forced to suppress the passion, she knows; your loneliness, she knows. When there are no sun and moon in the officialdom, there is no match between friends, when you have lost everything, you still have her understanding and care.

This shore is you, there is her on the other side. You step on the bridge to pursue her sneer, and the eyes are opposite each other.

The moon is empty, and the frost is everywhere. Mottled the bridge and whitened your hair. Clouds and tears and love, throwing out a thousand miles of Matsuoka, you trembled and reached out, but broke the dream.

Unconsciously, you are already stunned. It turns out that you are just a butterfly that loves, but you never fly to the sea of ​​life and death. In this world, you are just alone, without sincerity and without dependence. Full of compassion and grievances are nowhere to be heard. You stare at the round of Juanjuan and look forward to tomorrow.

From the darkness of the night, a distant wind is blowing, and after the wind is the dawn of faint tomorrow.

A smoky rain, Ren Pingsheng

When the wind and rain stopped, the residual flowers withered. You become fond of walking in the rain and swimming in the mountains and rivers. You look at the vast mountains of the motherland to pierce the sky, and see the rolling of the river in China. You love Laozi’s goodness and love the Buddha’s tolerance for the mountains. In the mountains and rivers, you seem to have realized the simplicity of all things in the world.

So, under the full moon, you gently sigh "I hope people last forever, thousands of miles together", in the rain, you laugh and sing "Why scream and Xu Xing", before the doubts of life, you Laughing called the snow mud claws, under the impact of reality, you are leisurely sighing the beauty of the West Lake.

You have developed the suffering into ink, and used sorrow as a pen to write your understanding and relief of life.

Since loneliness is unclear, why not laugh and walk forward in a big way. Since the string is unheard of, then why not be friends with the landscape, the book is accompanied. Both vertical and vertical are life, why not let yourself be happy?

When the ups and downs have passed, the hardships and bumps are met, and you can finally sing in fearlessly, "Looking back to the bleak, returning, no wind and rain, no peace." At this moment, you are quiet.

You have suffered through arrogance and sorrow, and you have suffered sorrow and loneliness because of your sufferings, and you have learned to bear the burden of suffering and unrepentance in the quenching of suffering, and finally seek inner peace and relief in the loneliness of life. There is a scene in the heart, where there is no flower, and because of this, you can live forever in the fire of suffering.

Your loneliness is the last insistence on integrity, optimism and integrity will be passed on through the ages, and your loneliness will also dance for thousands of years.

Su Shi, in the face of reality, completed a butterfly transformation. Suffering brings you to loneliness, and loneliness makes you shine in history.

The first day: Lu Jiangyu