The fish beam is shallow when the water falls, and the dream is deep when the weather is cold. The Yanggong Monument in Xianshan was still standing, but he had no chance to read it again.
In Jingchu that night, the flying fireflies fluttered like star shadows, like the continuous fire on the battleship across the river. He gazed at her quietly for the first time in such light, and saw that her features were as clear as a spring pool, as if what they were about to join hands with was not a difficult path to humanity, but a ladder straight into the Milky Way.
Things in the world are complicated, and immortality is impossible to achieve, but taking a wrong path in this world is not a waste.
The new moon moves golden waves, and autumn clouds overflow.
Who feels pity for the garrison troops? They are at Jiaohe tonight.
Xuyang's farewell poem, Linjiang's melancholy song.
I am saddened by this song, how many beauties are left.
——Yu Xin's "Listening to Taoyi's Poems at Night"
I have always felt that for ancient scholars, in addition to the contradiction between officialdom and seclusion, another unsolvable proposition is whether one should retire after success and when should one retire. This is just because there are too few people who have reached this level and it is not often paid attention to. However, this proposition can often produce very profound tragedies, and often there is no solution at all.
Some characters have historical prototypes, but most of the plots are fictitious, so there is no need to get entangled.
Short article, five or six chapters at most, will be posted soon~
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