He Sanpo famous sayings

1. The hum is hanging on the tree. The magnolia blossoms are so bright that people can't open their eyes. Lilac is a smoke that covers the bees that travel far. The cat sleeps on a chair, and there is no wind blowing the light.

2. In the evening, chat with a bat under the eaves. The bat said: Please open the darkness, I don't want to see the light.

3. In the evening, the rain blooms on the lake, like a lotus flower, and the shore is humming, and it is more lush than flowers. You are just a passer-by, you have to know how to stay.

4. Sit down in a group of stones and watch all things grow. The sun is like a smoke. Every tree is beautiful. They are lonely and silent compared to the damn human beings. Even the most beautiful part is the one you can't say.

5. Empty bottles are placed under a tree. Under the two trees. Under the three trees. I put an empty bottle under each tree. You will not see when you pass by them. Over the years, I used the bottle to collect the sound of two hundred birds. They are all crowded together. Let me sleepless. One day, the trees disappeared. I will give it to you.

6. Spring is coming, wake up and see the reflection of the mountain. The stream on the earth rushes to the sky. The people hid in the ant cave and learned the forbearance. An empire's bat, hanging upside down in the wind.

7. There is no sound in the desperate water. Throughout the evening, I am reading a letter from a palace lady. The scent of the empire is decadent and charming. Three foreign women are turning iron railings. Their white thighs deepened the twilight.

8. The peach blossoms opened overnight. Like heavy snow, like a sunny day, like a love that can't be caught. The gods sit in the night and never rest.

9. A lilac tree dances under a long starry sky. You have saved it once in spring. It remembers your kindness. In the summer, it is lightly lifted. Over your forehead. At this moment, the Milky Way is vast. It is winter. The four wild is a bright and silent wind. You are forgotten and can't bear to leave.

10. Spring is still on the cold slopes / the stars are blooming, the rivers in the north / the trees in the dreams are white / a person in the moonlight ostrich / that is an immortal person / I wish for the thousand, blessing for the dark. The drizzle of my childhood was once again sprinkled on the forehead of a foreign land.

11. The glazed tile under the moon / the glazed tile blown by the wind / the sound of the cool moonlight / sentient beings are discarded in the chalk / a stone is said to be cold / everything is shamed.

12. The night is coming / the wind is covering the birds / I am riding a leopard out / moonlight like a satin / spread out the wilderness.

13. They snoring in the mountains/walking to clear their wings/avoid the dust of the world.

14. In the summer, the snoring is extinguished. The hat of heaven is very low pressure / the bird is flying through the rain with a hungry flight / a poor child, walking very far.

15. A tree is red / I see one more / redder than it / they open their wings / fly in the morning fog / quietly fly / strong wind / can not blow them out / like a person Ambition / more beautiful than shame.

16. In the early morning, on the Yanshan Mountain/in the sunshine/leaves, there are golden pheasants and larks/a gust of wind to take away the shimmering water. At this moment, I am willing to be a/no ideal person/I am willing to accompany you to aging. / Quiet as grass.

17. They climbed out of a hole/to a sea otter tree to settle down/the dark-skinned guys/my neighbors/their humble/higher than the emperor.

18. The sunshine of these white flowers / fell from the blue sky / the green trees in the yard are bright / a few gray magpies jump on the tree / make a cheerful call.

19. When the fires in the mountains are extinguished / the night is like ink / over the orchard / when there are occasional car meteors / slip on the mountain road / I don't say anything.

20. The mountain wind blows our house / in a cigarette / I think of the marijuana flame fairy / emperor's chair / my most beautiful poem.

21. Snow falls in the mountains / houses linger in the snow / on the roof with smoke / sparrows dressed as / autumn leaves / fall from the tree / / instantly / back to the tree.

22. A person walks fast and walks far with others. Fantasy to make beautiful movies with a group of beautiful people. Life always brings joy and dignity through beauty.

23. Our most intriguing experience is not from joy, because joy makes time shorter and most likely to die. Your powerful strength often comes from pain, despair and sorrow. It will make you suddenly fall, black in front of your eyes, and then your eyes will shine.

24. Seeing the gentleman who has not changed his mind in the troubled times is like seeing the stars in the dark night, both joy and peace of mind.

25. The cornerstone of the film is the values, and the values ​​determine the cultural taste of the film. In this sense, there are too many illiterates in the Chinese film and television industry.

26. Through the long rainy season, the sun is scattered in the forest, and in the smoke of the river, the infinite birds are not in the blue sky, the signs are solemn, like the philosophers coming, and like the chaos.

27. High heavens and clouds, with joy and happiness.

28. What you can do is to surprise every piece of the movie, as if it was alive and not change your mind.

29. I will open the stone and look at the light inside.

30. The world is beautiful, and the most beautiful is hope and kindness. I am glad to bring them with me when I was a child.

31. There are more movies than ants, and there are fewer movies than dinosaurs.

32. Good movies should not be used to express life itself, and the reality is full of dust and tires.

33. The encounter of the world is a long-awaited reunion. I believe in past lives and believe in the afterlife.

34. Even if you are kept by a flower tree every moment, you can't figure out the secret of a flower.

35. People who live in shells can't hear the mountain wind.

36. Under the mountains and rivers you must pass, under the running winds and high-hanging stars, fate is always silent.

37. On Xiaoman Day, Xiaonanfeng blows the hills and sways, and in the wilderness, the wheat ears are grouting. In the waterfall of Rose, it is a girl from a neighbor's house. They are lighter than butterflies.

38. Summer night is as black as it is, sitting under the eaves and listening to the humming sounds, as if in the thick fog, seeing the lights, seeing the flag in the troubled times, seeing the smoke on the strange road.

39. The summer fades and the grand flame is extinguished in a gust of wind. The river you love is running, it is hot and unstoppable.

40. Summer rises, summer sunsets, flowers bloom over low walls, summer breasts grow wild and bury me.

41. In the summer sunset, the humming sounds a little bit, and Qingping rolls up another autumn wind.

42. The summer is bustling. The tops of the scorpions and hibiscus are the screaming bees. The rose is blooming farther away. Its beauty is secretly circulated.

43. Summer flowers bloom, spring flowers are extinguished, all in the pilgrimage, there is no basis for this ancient river.

44. Woke up at midnight, the moonlight is boundless, the wind blows Yanshan loudly, and thinks that there are not many people in the world who know the wine and the moon, and sleep again.

45. I am willing to take you to the moon palace with the ladder, so that the moonlight will smooth your sorrow.

46. ​​When life is short-lived, someone sees the dust and someone sees the stars.

47. When the rain came, the wind blew through the forest, as if rumors were everywhere. Then, the footsteps of Raytheon sounded on the hills. Like a piece of rice paper being placed in the wash basin, the sky is getting darker. The Swifts flew low under the eaves, and their flustered silence deepened the darkness of everything.

48. After the rain, the pine color is blue, the clouds are whiter, and the green water of the stream is covered with clothes.

49. If you can't see yourself, look at the people around you. You are the thing around you.

50. The road under the paulownia tree is white, the stream is white, and the waterfall is in the flowery waterfall. When you look down, you will see your fingerprints. Those who are covered by clouds will return it to you.

51. The birds are hiding in the sun, the hair is dark, and the plants after the summer solstice are dark and grand, with ambitions.

52. The twilight falls down the mountain and the summer waterfall is silent. Later, the lake began to wind, and the stars hang out lanterns. Your little ribs are cool and clean.

53. The green dragonfly flies in the sunset, and the white skirt covers the buzz.

54. The neighbors sent the cherries, which were sweet and straight through the heel. Think of a simple movie. Simplicity is always the hardest, but it is also the most beautiful.

55. In the summer, the grass in the mountains is long, and there will be frogs in the fields, and the sun will fall in the stream, which is more dazzling than silver. Under the eaves, there was a smoke, and the gecko ran wildly on the wall, awakening the sleepwalker.

56. When Raytheon woke up, it was like a black widow. Sadness is always too fast, we are too late to cry.

57. Woke up after dusk, all things are covered with strange light, the hills washed by the rainstorm are serene and clear, and the hills are full of clouds. The ultimate in fantasy. But it is also short-lived.

58. It seems as if the wind is coming, suddenly and suddenly, no one will follow forever, and the fate will give you the fate.

59. The great heat, everything is mad, and the snoring overcame the sound of the train under the mountain. Dreaming of a totoro, hiding in a tree hole and companions: The sun has dried up a stone. "Book of Rites" said that in the summer of March, the rot is a firefly. I found a few bottles and wanted to catch a few fireflies to send to friends in the city.

60. In the dense snoring, the climbing gecko is mad and covers the doors and windows. Green has achieved a brilliant victory. But it does not stop the breathing of the flowers, especially in the evening, the twilight sneaks and the wind stops on the veins. The starry sky, the flood of honeysuckle.

61. The car passes through Mianshan and is full of greenery. The sun hit the windowpane and squeaked. The summer is vast and everything is innocent. The wind is strong, my heart is wild.

62. Even people who don’t understand poetry have no culture.

63. Autumn is clear and the mountains are clear. A black bird shoots at the lake light. The white clouds are one after another, and they are blown by the wind.

64. The rain is coming, the footsteps of the darkness. The street was taken up by an umbrella. A child is crying. This is Beijing in the fall. The sky is a dirty newspaper. Huge, weak. I am standing outside the rain. Look at it.

65. The autumn is deepening, and a ginkgo tree outside the window makes the earth shine.

66. Autumn / my yard is full of fallen leaves / they are golden in color / the wind can't blow them.

67. The official magazine has long been degraded into a fine brothel, almost a gathering place for Chinese third-rate literati, a paradise for mediocrity. Seeing them, you are easily desperate for Chinese literature. As for the promotion, it is even more ridiculous.

68. In a time when poetry was humiliated, I did not feel that being a poet was ashamed. On the contrary, shame is the time and people he has encountered. Even if there is no chrysanthemum, there is no wine, as long as there is a bright moon, I will be happy, I will not be ashamed. I would like to spend a slow life like a magpie and a little song.

69. We live in an era of the most pragmatism, an era deprived of spiritual property, an era that does not require conscience, an era of praise for industry and trampling on nature, a time of wisdom and not beauty, a thing made by God. An era of increasing scarcity and an artificial thing.

70. The starry sky at night is full of letters written by gods to humans. It is mysterious. Expansive. There is boundless beauty.

71. If life ends in a meal and ends in alive, I don’t see where the gap between humans and a pig is.

72. I want to hear the whistling wind and I am willing to watch the slow water. Remembering Tokugawa Ieyasu’s statement, if Du Fu does not sing, I will wait for them to sing.

73. The sky is on the top of the head, the moonlight is at the window, poetry is everywhere, everywhere, but the poor people can't see it.

74. In China, the best literature is not in the grass, and the greatest art is only in the folk.

75. Everything in the world is not enough to remember, but nature deserves to be cherished. What it lacks is just praise. I am willing to be a person who praises it. As for poetry, it is something that does not exist. I don't believe it.

76. I think of the humbleness of human beings as long as I think of the sun rushing on the earth at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second without hurting everything.

77. The mode of thinking that explores the origin of things is a scientific mode of thinking. Its never-experienced spirit of exploration makes us curious about the world.

78. Hollywood artists have a strange logic. The aliens they create are all ugly and love war. It greatly satisfies the low-level taste of human abnormal imagination. Why can't it be a legendary unicorn and phoenix? Or the gods of the diners that we appear in our dreams?

79. Compared to other people, the poet is a cypress, and it is easier to be faithful to their hearts.

80. There is only one writer in the world: a writer who writes poetry, because only those who write poetry are assigned to be writers. Those who don’t write poetry or read poetry are only called writers. They can go to romance, go to horror, go to detectives, go to gossip, go to the story king, go to the word seller, go to Qiong Yao’s grandmother, go to Jin Yongda. Man. Their future is broader and their roads are brighter. But I don't think they are writers.

81. A person cannot choose his home country, his gender, his traditions, the age in which he lives, but he can choose his happiness and happiness, his friendship and love, his joy and sorrow, his nobleness and Vulgar, his wisdom and stupidity.

82. The blog brings the most precious seed in artistic creation: vast freedom. And such seeds, in the world of paper media, have basically been wiped out. I saw the fire of its original, spreading with the wind, its light flashing in the night, bringing a boundless path to the people roaming in the night. I have enough reason to believe it.

83. In this vast world, good things are always scarce, and it is destined to belong to an infinite minority. I am not sad.

84. Rather than saying that I love poetry, it is better to say that I love the beauty of mountains and rivers. These great beauty that never goes back makes me pamper and linger. I hope to use my writing to remind people that the farther they go, the more stupid they are, the more they go away from nature and the pursuit of prosperity.

85. Our natural environment is experiencing its vast seas and sorrows, experiencing tremendous changes that have never been seen before.

86. I am willing to stand on the side of flowers and plants like Tao Qian, on the side of the birds and beasts, standing on the side of the earth like Thoreau, on the side of the cloud, standing on the side of the insulted and hurt, standing on the opposite side of the crazy predator, appealing to those The beauty of the pastoral, the beauty of nature, which is disappearing in a large area, I know that only such beauty can save our increasingly greedy soul.

87. Any blame for a new poem is a car, and it can't stop it from going forward, and it can't cover its huge waves.

88. No matter when we are, where we live, what kind of business we do, there are 10,000 reasons to get close to poetry, we can find beauty and make our heart happy.

89. Words are a collage game? It is the most authoritarian emperor in the world, the most divine riddle. Throughout history, everything has been named by words. If there are no words, we are all dumb. It is the great thing that illuminates the soul and the secret key to the opening of the world.

90. For thousands of years, such a big country has relied on the dust from the sky sweeping the heart. Otherwise, the princes and the princes, money and morality, conspiracy and killing, will be like the sky and the sand will block our vision, our people will be trapped in the face, unable to know what the beauty is.

91. If the poets are fallen into billionaires, the world is terrible, dark and annoying.

92. The world wants poets to stay in the luxuriant flowers instead of forcing them to jump into the decaying quagmire. Otherwise, he may be more jealous than a profiteer, more arrogant than evil, and more corrupt than a stunner.

93. As long as the poet is willing to lower his head, the money is just a piece of paper, at your fingertips. You didn't listen to what Wan Xia said: "Only my decaying side is enough for you to enjoy your life."

94. It is unfair and funny that a poet cannot respect the imagination of the public. Whether it is destitute or rich, it depends only on the attitude of the poet.

95. Poetry is the religion of the Chinese.

96. The wonders of the world are very important, often in danger, and the so-called fun is good, often making impossible things possible.

97. Confucius saw Cheng Zizi, and he couldn’t bear to leave. Tao Qian said that he had to promote the seat and said that he was alive. Stealing is a beautiful sentence that makes people look back and forth. The encounter of the world is not accidental, and every moment is worth cherishing.

98. I once again found the fun of the wine table, becoming a lonely pleasure.

99. The people around are absurdly alive and both are serious.

100. The written script is on the desk and is quieter than a dream. I think that one day it may bring surprises to the world. I can’t help myself. Like a neuropathy.

101. The world is a hole that belongs to golfers.

102. When all the editors were ignorant to trust only the fame and age, the literature was almost finished.