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Everyone's childhood should be the happiest time in their lives. But this sentence is not entirely correct, because some people's childhoods are not happy, and there are even some hardships. In short, different people's childhood is like a spice box, some are sweet, some are bitter, and some are sour.

With the background of the Tang Dynasty from the prosperous period of Kaiyuan to the Anshi Rebellion, the book lays out more than 35,000 words and narrates the story of four literati with different temperaments but similar personalities. They became connected through poetry and intertwined with each other through friendship, and they experienced together the eternal stories of poetry, wine, romance, and the tribulations of their family and country. There were four gentlemen at that time: Li Yunqing from Longxi, bold and uninhibited, excellent in poetry and swords, with the spirit of banishing immortals; Su Zimo from Meishan, elegant and gentle, spiritually inspired in calligraphy, and a benevolent person; Liu Chengfeng from Hedong, a chivalrous spirit, addicted to wine and righteousness, with a loyal and courageous character; The four met by chance at the Zuixianlou Poetry Club in Chang'an and hit it off immediately, becoming brothers and sisters with different surnames. When they first arrived in Chang'an, they inscribed names at the Wild Goose Pagoda, drank wine in the Qujiang River, and played the harp and flute under the moonlight, showing the magnificence of celebrities in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Then they joined the rivers and lakes, climbed Mount Huashan to catch flying thieves, met great sages in the Dongting Palace, visited immortal poets in Mount Lushan, traveled to famous mountains and rivers, and made friends with the world's eminent scholars. When the Anshi Rebellion suddenly broke out and the prosperous age collapsed, four people faced the national crisis together: Li Yunqing planned the strategy, Su Zimo appeased the people, Liu Chengfeng shed blood on the battlefield, and Xie Wanqing comforted the people and shouldered the responsibility of the country as a scholar. During the Battle of Yecheng, Liu Chengfeng was seriously injured and lost his memory. He was misinformed about his death and the three of them were heartbroken, but they were still determined to put down the rebellion. After the war was calmed down, the three of them resigned from their careers and retired to the Nanshan Thatched Cottage. Ten years later, Liu Chengfeng came back after regaining his memory, and the four finally met again. Since then, he has lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, accompanied by poetry and wine, and has no longer been an official. The whole book integrates poems, lyrics and songs into the narrative, and embodies the feelings of family and country in the writing. It not only describes the pride and pride of the literati, but also describes the deep friendship between life and death of close friends. The diction is elegant and the charm is vivid. Reading it is like seeing the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which is fascinating.

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Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! Notes on Cultivation in the Red Forest: It is a complete version of the post-80s generation, and is currently being serialized in the series of essays on Cultivation in the Red World. One book, one world, one step, one practice. Thousands of miles of red forest, a book of practice. Only by reading The Story of the Red Forest can you realize how difficult it is to practice Buddhism. Collect everything and see the truth through practice. The eternal red forest dream, the eternal cultivation heart.

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Introduction to Linbi Konchorev Chen Yulin, whose courtesy name is Qianmo, whose pseudonym is Zhongfu, and whose pen name is Linbi Kangqiaoliefu, was born on August 15, 1987. He has lived in Taiwan, Berlin, Germany, Fukuoka and Moscow, Japan, and Guiyang, Guizhou. Deeply engaged in literary creation and cultural education research, his works integrate classics and classical literature through poetry, prose, essays, and novels. He uses natural imagery to explore the philosophy of life. He also focuses on history and reality. He uses multiple narratives to show the changes of the times and the depth of human nature, with distinct regional cultural imprints. For example, traditional cultural wisdom such as "Earthly Destiny", "Sentiment Breaks the Game", "Rongjiang, Watching Strongly in the Flood", "The Book of Songs", "Han Feizi", etc., Interpret the game of human nature, reflect on modern society, and balance grand narratives with individual emotions. Representative works: the anthology "The Period of Yu Yu", "The Enlightenment of Taoism, Confucianism and Legalism", the novel "Long Song of War" (collected in "The Period of Yu Yu"), the poetry anthology "Poems, Songs and Fu", the prose anthology "The Age of Prose", etc.

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The mind is wide-minded and does not stick to the world book.

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I will take the time to stop and see how this busy and empty world is different from the last time I saw it.

There is a small river next to me. When it rains, the water in the river will rise. It just needs to keep raining.

The book is divided into two major sections: one is essays inspired by inspirations in life, and the other is special poems created with reference to hundreds of poetry schools around the world. It condenses my accumulation and exploration of poetry creation, and I sincerely hope to build a bridge for reference and exchange among poetry lovers.

"When the moonlight kisses the mole between your eyebrows, your tears hang upside down in my world." Over the years, I have been insisting on writing something for my future self. I longed to read the words I had written over and over again by the fire on a snowy night, and constantly understand my sensitivity, vulnerability, selfishness and hypocrisy. It seemed that only at that moment could I truly see myself.

Do whatever you want, your thoughts will naturally be clear, there is wine and poetry, why should you envy other people's flowers in bloom? Just write it down and listen to the lies in the world.

Record some previously written prose, poetry, and short stories. We welcome your valuable comments and criticisms.

Travel 80,000 miles in the world of mortals Tianxiang, the beauty of the country is not as good as yours

Original poems and essays by The Lost Swordsman, writing about love, light, courage, strength, confidence and hope.

It's late, but it's finally here.

According to legend, there is an eternal homophony of "carrying a tin pot, swimming in the West Lake, dropping the tin pot in the West Lake, cherishing the tin pot". Yu deeply loved the phonological loops and the subtlety of puns, so he used Dan'er Fengwu to enter the sentence. Each sentence has the same pronunciation of "Dan" and "Dan" as the backbone, and the links are connected, imitating its style to form these four chapters. In the fourth year of Shaosheng's reign, Mr. Dongpo, as a lonely minister, traveled thousands of miles to Dan, and lived in exile for three years. He built a wine hall, lectured and taught apprentices, promoted literature and education, educated border people, and pioneered Qiongdao's thousand-year cultural heritage. There is a poem by Mr. Xiang that goes: "I am a native of Dan'er, parasitic in Western Shuzhou." Over the past thousand years, I have been living in Dan'er, visiting the place and caring for the people, boating to the state, holding inkstones at banquets, wearing clothes on the mountain, holding cups to pay homage to the stele, and every step of the way, I am connected with Mr. Wang's spirit. At the end of the chapter, I touch the cup lightly against the stone tablet, and there is a loud clang, as if I heard Mr. Chang slapped his palm and smiled, drinking together in another world, and their minds are at the same place. The worries, thoughts, sighs, and regrets here are not just nostalgic for the past, but are actually close friends for thousands of years and spiritual friendships across generations. On the Lantern Festival in Bingwu, the book was written at Dongpo Academy in Danzhou.

A bag of warm chestnuts and a wad of crumpled banknotes changed Xiaoman and the old alley.

This book is a collection of anecdotes and strange events collected from the Bashan and Shu rivers. It uses Xiaoxiang Chu tune as the rhyme and Bashu folk songs as the rhythm, and is laid out in a rich and colorful play. There are fishing fires on the river and Chu songs in the mountains. The book is full of crazy people who wander on the edge of orthodoxy: the witch who sings to summon souls at the ferry, the woodcutter who carves wordless scriptures on the cliff, and the mandrill who touches the hearts of ordinary people with a folk song. Their stories are half rants and half prophecies. They have been circulated for thousands of years in the depths of the mist-shrouded Xiajiang River, and were finally refined and frozen by the author in the form of drama. These chapters transform the bustling crowds at the water pier and the moonlit whispers in the stilted buildings into the beats of gongs, drums and high-pitched voices on the stage. What is sung is about ghosts and gods, but what is shed is the tears of the human world. The almost unbridled infatuation, stubbornness and arrogance, in the unique desolation and fierceness of Chu tune, weave into an inescapable love network. Opening this book is like listening to a great drama across the water on a night boat, filled with smoke and clouds, and singing wildly.

This is a chapter with different styles and contents. If you like writing, you can read it.

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Look at the human world from a corner and go into this life with a clear mind.

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Prose is more affectionate, it can heal wounds or fill the world with madness!

Seek gentleness all your life and let loneliness come to an end.

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If love has an expiration date, then loving has an expiration date. Then there are no ifs, and there won't be so many ifs. Do you understand? ? Cherish every person who comes close to you, even if it is a relative. But they say you don't deserve it. If you are not a mortal, how can you be qualified to talk about love? ? In that empty poisonous apple, there is the greed that you like. We wait, but it is difficult to wait. Because it's not just you. In my eyes, will you... Also in love...

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The blend of poetry and song, the deepest cry of the soul

My immature poem

Love is a silent echo; love is a reflection of light.

Write what I want to write and be what I want to be. Read some small things and write some interesting articles. I don't have much time to write. If I'm inspired, I'll talk endlessly. If I'm not inspired, I won't skip a word. Wait for me to update the article, thank you for your hard work.

Open your eyes, open your heart, everything you hear, see and hear is beautiful.

Recording trivial things in long and vernacular words makes me feel lazy. Therefore, I refine my words and concentrate on writing this limerick or a few prose, although it will inevitably make people laugh. Fortunately, the future is long, and I look forward to making progress while commemorating my academic journey.

The process of rural urbanization has improved the living environment of farmers, but the past pastoral life has gradually faded away.

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The essence of personal original poems and essays, using words to retain time, record some sadness and beauty, and write poems into time.

The book is a collection of poems based on the personal growth process as a timeline, recording one's own creative process (the time after the work is the time after the work is updated and completed. Special: add "Zuo" as the work of the day) The harp is playing in my ears, I should be sitting in the countryside, I don't pay attention to the foreign clothes, I compose poems to show my allegiance.

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The author Ji Daoyong, whose real name is Guo Yingchun,

This work is a poem about dreams. The earliest poem was written in 1987 and was called "Dream Enlightenment Poetry Talk". Later, in my dream, I went to a mysterious place, where it was so foggy and drizzling that I couldn't see anything clearly... I accidentally fell into the deep In the bottomless river pool, I saw a black dragon swimming at the bottom of the pool... After I came out of the bottom of the pool, I wrote a strange poem, and then named the poem "Dream Mist Wet Rain Pool" in my dream. My pen name is Shakya, Demon Emperor Dragon, and Wu Xin. From then on, the poetry collection had two names... I have loved dreaming since I was a child and have taken dreams as fun. After composing poems in my dreams, I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately write them down in my notebook... The poems I recorded are divided into the following: Aspirations Chapter, Realm Chapter, Scene Chapter, Buddhism Chapter