Yun's Poetry Notes

The big book is a poetic world. When you come, I welcome you; when you leave, I see you off.

Thousands of thoughts are transformed into a collection of poems, adding sentimental threads for no reason. The geese have chased away the skylarks, and there is no leisure here for the sluts.

It's a bit sad to end this book, after all, this is where I improvise. But now that we have a new goal, we should work hard to achieve it. Bless all my good friends who support me, help me and enlighten me. Thank you all and wish you all the best. I wish you all good ideas and good sales of your masterpieces. Sincerely, Sand Mochen!

Yun Wan is tired and wants to go home. I held the wind's hand and carried the cloud child home! The sky has been blank ever since.

I don't know how long I can survive, but my heart aches every day now. Maybe you're too sad, maybe you're thinking too much, maybe you need to rest for a while? Updates may be discontinued? I don't know what to say.

I was flipping through the book and saw seven chapters and more than 700 words. I thought it was very interesting because of my curiosity. The author is talented and I have saved it. Come on ＾0＾~

No matter what, let me support you first.

The poems in the notes are all composed by the author at his fingertips. The words are short and sentimental, and the meaning is profound, leaving people with endless aftertaste. I thought of many poets, including the "Book of Songs" of the pre-Qin Dynasty, the hundreds of schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn Period, the strong character of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and even the later Tang poetry and Song lyrics, etc. There are also many modern poems and collections of books. There is a poem praising the poet and writer: Drinking the Song of the Eight Immortals Du Fu Zhizhang rides a horse like a boat, and falls into a well and sleeps under the water. The three battles in Ruyang begin to face the sky. The road is full of wind and water, and the mouth of the carriage is salivating, and the road is closed to Jiuquan. The left prime minister spends tens of thousands of money every day, drinks like a long whale sucking in hundreds of rivers, holds a cup in his mouth and enjoys the sage, calling him a shunner. Zong Zhi, a handsome and handsome young man, raised his glass and looked at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind. Writers in the crowd are like shining stars, bright flowers and plants, magical pictures, and subtle music. This empty world needs them to embellish it and describe it. They need to temper this dry air. They need to be comforted by this mechanical life. Just like Cao Xueqin raised a huge pen as big as a rafter and expressed his heart, Kua Lei stood on the top of the wind and waves for more than ten years, overlooking the smoke-like prosperity, using the pen as a plow and paper as a field, plowing a new world in his life, so "Red Learning" is still highly respected. "Withered on the outside but cream on the inside, it seems light but actually beautiful." It was Su Shi who praised Tao Yuanming in his poem "Dongpo Inscriptions and Postscripts: Comments on Han Liu Poems". I think the same applies to this elegant notebook, which seems plain and casual, but contains many wonderful parts of poetry. To be precise, I think the author feels a bit like Tao Yuanming to me, both in terms of his works and the dynamics of the book circle. "The clouds have no intention of moving out of their axis, and the birds know when they are tired of flying." This is a casual and free outlook on life. Zhu Xi said: "People say that Yuanming's poems are mediocre. Some people think that he is proud and unrestrained, but his boldness is not noticeable. The one that reveals the details is "Ode to Jingke". How can a mediocre person say such words?" But this is only the initial feeling. Later poems all have a touch of elegance but still boldness. A dream, recalling Liu Yong, sighing at Li Bai, like a dreamI couldn't help but be tempted by these articles. It has its own style but does not stick to one type. It is always innovative and scattered throughout the history of ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. Life This article is short and concise, without any useless and complicated words. The way of explaining life is unique. Xing Jiuling and Nian Nujiao give people a refreshing feeling with their excellent writing style. At first I thought it ran through ancient and modern times, but later I discovered that the author also emphasized the combination of Chinese and Western styles. "Originally, the flowers were in full bloom, but now they are all in ruins. The beautiful scenery in the morning is as beautiful as the sky, and it's so enjoyable to see in someone's backyard." It's like suddenly breaking into someone else's back garden. Every flower is vying for beauty, no less beautiful. It's hard for you to pick the most beautiful "king of flowers". Kropotkin said: "Since material desires have been satisfied, artistic desires will naturally surge out." Perhaps the epidemic has had a negative impact, but it has also stimulated people's desire to create to a certain extent. I think the author has read a lot of books, from ancient times to the present, from China to the West, covering a wide range of topics. Since I used to describe myself as having poetry and calligraphy in my belly, I might as well change it to another sentence - the Tibetan ink in my chest is like a valley. I will continue to add more later~

The story unfolds in a forest scene, and begins with the confession of the forest guardian, the god of the forest: As a forest guardian, he basically just watches silently without interfering with the biological chain: One day when the forest guardian was patrolling the mountains, he was surprised to find a chained lolita. She was disheveled and dirty, and she had a dark history at first sight! This loli is also very skilled. When she saw the strange forest god, she blurted out: Dad~ Qiaodu, don't be like this, the forest god is in trouble! How come you want to be a father when you patrol the mountains alone every day? Ahem, just kidding; the God of the Forest is also a person who has seen big scenes, and in this work, the God of the Forest is named Golem, which seems to be a particularly powerful species, so the God Brother named Loli Somari and took her to travel around to find other people. Other humans, that is, the origin of the title: Somali and the God of the Forest~ One day the two of them came to a big city for dinner, and then a series of setting introductions... It's time to talk about the settings. If nothing else, just give me some science. Why are the Woolen City full of such alien creatures? According to the introduction of the combination of opposite-sex creatures by passers-by, humans seem to have been extinct for a long time, and they have not been seen for a long time... But you still have the nerve to ask? The first sentence laments that humans are so delicious, and the next sentence is why are humans gone? Aren't they eaten up by you? ? Of course the setting is not that simple, and the opposite sex is not that scary; it is said that humans and alien creatures were originally divided into two places. By chance, human travelers came to a gathering place for alien creatures, and then different species intersected. At first, they were peaceful, but later humans said: These aliens look different, should we call them aliens? Then the human side must have some discrimination against the aliens. After all, the aliens look so strange, it is difficult to think without discrimination! ! Then people of the opposite sex also felt that human beings were annoying, weak and stupid. The differences in racial segregation and customs made humans fight against aliens. As a result, humans were pressed to the ground and rubbed... After that, humans became pets, slaves, and food of the opposite sex, and gradually disappeared from the world. Do you still remember the chain around Somari's neck when she first appeared? I guess this baby is also a slave of some family! The plot requires a happy escape... However, after Somari met the God of the Forest, she must have been well taken care of. The naughty child began to get angry, attracted by all kinds of strange creatures, and ran around. Well, considering that she is set to be 7 or 8 years old, which is also her most bearish age, it is understandable~ Although this work is set after the demise of mankind, and there is a depressing atmosphere between the lines, but after watching the style of the first episode, I still feel that it is quite stable; maybe it is to use the depression of the demise of mankind to highlight the warm relationship between Somalia and non-human species (the forest god)~ For example, Somalia was envious when she saw parents and children in the city holding hands to show their affection; at the end of this episode, in order to prevent Somalia from running around, the forest god also began to hold hands tenderly, with big hands holding small hands. The scene was full of feeling and heartwarming~ In general, this work should be a fantasy healing style, a heartwarming story about the emotionless forest god who constantly understands feelings during his travels with human lolita.

Since I am a floating cloud I am destined to be wandering all my life. Guarding the sad memories I can only rise and fall in the painful sea of ​​heart The sea of ​​​​heart is impenetrable The gaze cannot catch the footsteps The figure disappears in the twilight of the sky The wind weeps in the time and space of the morning. Outside the window, who stirs the love strings of God Who makes the flowers shed tears for them? Who is the incarnation of the lotus in the rain? Who wants to turn into a wisp of breeze? How far have you walked? Which cloud is it tied to? Looking back, love and the past come to mind. I gave up my wandering, My love is no longer looking back, My heart has been numb for a long time The dream, I don't know which street it landed on. The night, is a touch of deep dark outside the window The sky locks the fairy tale of childhood Who will become the elf of the night Who will carry the night on the road? Mood Grow into a tree Waiting on your wandering road All your life Just leave Just, When you are tired, Don't forget to look up Look up The clouds above your head As long as, as long as there is still a breath of life, it will bring you my deepest blessings

Outside the window Wisps of mist and rain Jiangnan in March Green grass overflows the river embankment Please forgive me I said we met In the apricot blossom mist and rain I met you by chance The grass is slightly green The river is slightly cool The raindrops are on the flowers and leaves, I think lightly with gentle joy. The clothes are stained with the fragrance of grass As pure as a bit of green in the snow Brows are bowed and the head is lowered The river is slightly rippling, the smile is on the water When I meet you The drizzle is like silk The stars are hidden in the horizon Waiting When I look back, It is faintly fragrant, dispersed in the wind The memory is dried by time The only scenery in my eyes, fades into a blurry background Only one step away It was a chance encounter, not an encounter Do you know that we met yesterday? Looking back at the past and saying something If life is just like the first time we met Forgive me Talking about meeting In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and mist, Spring grass overflows the river embankment

Praising the author I don't know who came up with this title. As far as I know the author himself, he is very low-key, neither arrogant nor impetuous. People who can write such poems are very casual. The author is an emotional person, and his insights about life are revealed between the lines. The author is also an enthusiastic person, and has a wide range of friends. You can see Shao Mochen's name in many author groups. Finally, I would like to say that the author should be a handsome guy. Beautiful readers, come and follow the author 😃

Passing by by chance. In this place where novels are everywhere and stories are everywhere. I actually saw such a small collection of poems. My eyes suddenly brightened. Just say whatever you want, casually, casually. Feel free to say a few words. In the casual conversation, I saw poets one after another. There are leisurely scenery, unforgettable complexes, the mood of chance encounters, and the inadvertent love of the four seasons. It may be relaxed or solemn, serious or ridiculing, lighthearted or affectionate. Occasionally I came across a song called Nian Nujiao, but I was struck by the beauty of the lyrics! It is said that writing comes from a sensitive heart, or in order to live again. Similarly, the same is true for great poets. Having said this, let's summarize. Through the meaning of words and pictures, we can see that the author is a great poet who is generous, charitable, generous, helping those in need, and helping those in need. He must be a generous, polite, well-mannered, and handsome guy! He must be a wonderful person who looks down on worldly affairs, is transcendent and refined, has a high-spirited attitude, is broad-minded, has a unique clairvoyance, and understands the scenery, so that he can gain real interest!

Suddenly, I saw you, On such a summer afternoon , became eternity in an instant And, for those who are not destined, either come too early, or come too late! Hey, Xia Yang.

There is love and infatuation in life, and it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. You come from "Spring Breeze" and "Spring Light", and "Drinking Order" has a dream: "Writer", "Hero", "Couple" and "Beauty". Every page of "Notebook" is filled with your longing for "Mother", and then in the shallow "Drunkenness", let go of the "Heart Palpitations" that suddenly flashed through. You are "Big Brother" and you will remember "Top Gun" from "Human World". It is said that "literati are indifferent to each other", but you are like "Gentleman Flower", leaving "Spring" in the hearts of literary friends. Go for it! Even if it is a cloud, it will use its own "Tao" to "achieve" other people's "Flowers, Snow and Moon". And I will "boast" for you in the seasons of "sending off spring" and "welcoming summer"!

The writing is as good as the person. Suddenly I remembered a teacher from many years ago. He once said: The beauty of writing lies in its implicitness, in not saying a single word for the sake of emotion. Turn over this article page by page. It's like encountering a blue pool, with slight ripples in the breeze, and it's like experiencing the tranquility of a leaf like a boat. Or maybe you just happened to encounter a clear stream, gently sliding through the mountain stream, crossing the wooden bridge, overflowing with water plants, and the brisk and singing stream? There also seems to be a circuitous stream that turns a thousand times, and the majestic flow rushes to the sea and never returns. Inadvertently, it is as if the bright moon is shining among the pines, the ethereal quality of the clear spring stone, or it is also mixed with the spectacular flow of water flying down three thousand feet. There are always a lot of time in a person's life, a lot of mediocrity, and a lot of unsatisfactory experiences. But there will always be something to support us and make us think of the good and there is still hope. So there is intermittent and filtering. Then words flowed on the tip of the paper, and emotions surged in my heart, passing by slowly. Life is still worth relying on and worth loving! Dreams are still worth pursuing and worth working for! I hope the author can always "write my heart with my own hand, sing it as I please, and be content with my heart."

I came from early morning The sun shines through the window lattice, and broken shadows spread all over the ground. Light blue, warm I passed by at noon The green leaves were particularly dazzling in the sky I looked up A blue sky I lowered my head, it was full of life I passed by at noon Those warm times, like flowers blooming quietly outside the window, silent, indifferent, exuding fragrance I walk in the dusk of late spring Piancingly, rocking a small boat walking through the sunset sky across the dusk, standing the sunset is full on the path, the sky is clear after the rain a twilight green

After a lake of mist and rain the sky is like washing with water blue soaked in the wings of clouds wind passes through, sunlight passes through birds pass through like Shuttle Holding a thread Bound version of Song Ci In front of the window with dripping eaves Leaning, speechless, Under the clear blue sky Picking up The longing of a thoughtful person

Three days ago A sheet of rain fell outside the window It passed over your face with indifference This morning, you saw it. Outside the window By the window A hint of rain I won't tell you about it a thousand times The rain is sad, The rain is sad, The rain is willing to listen Where are your moods? Going out, beside the tree flowers fell all over the ground...

did not exist. The wind pulls and the rain sinks in an unpredictable manner, and the dew at rootless heights is thick and cold.

It's like this every time, I can't send it out, I don't know why. The last time. In just a few sentences, between the lines, the words fill the face and the heart fills with emotion. I once thought that heroes marched around the world with swords, and their pride stained the clear sky! Now I can only smile lightly and let my poetry spread across the mountains and rivers! Thinking of dreams, the heart is soaring, the sand is dusty and the air is majestic; like a dream, recalling Liu Yong, riding the wind and waves in the drunken painting room: when the prosperity is gone, you will still be the sky, that light cloud. May the rest of my life be filled with smiles and a box full of poems.

I couldn't post it, so I wrote it for a long time. Just like an ink landscape painting, only when the words on this page are included can the beauty be overwhelming. So, I think the person who writes poetry is the one who calms down from time to time. Sit under the shade of a tree and look at the scenery, smile calmly, and then get up and move forward. Look calmly and act calmly. Rather than an ascetic who is in a hurry, or dominated by one of the emotions. So, I think the author must be that kind of poet who leaves a blank space in his heart and continues to move forward on the road of life with a tolerant, detached and implicit attitude after a quiet and indifferent daydream.

Happy holidays, can you treat me to some mooncakes? Sit back and wait!

The small cake is like chewing the moon, there are crispy and glutinous rice in it. Taste the taste silently, The tears of lovesickness stain the towel. --"Mooncake" by Su Shi, Northern Song Dynasty

The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flowers at dawn in spring, the temples are like knife cuts, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the eyes are like autumn waves. Although he is angry, he sometimes smiles, and when he is angry, he looks affectionate. She has a gorgeous appearance, slender and white, like a beautiful woman. The hair on the head is plastered, the eyebrows are natural, and those who see it will not tsk at it. Eight feet in length, graceful and graceful, with a solemn and solemn voice, cheerful and clear movements, dragon and phoenix postures, and natural nature.

A pure land, take a nap...

Come to your place and meditate for a while! Come on! Great!

The boat passed away from now on, and the river and the sea left me with the rest of my life.

Get up early and get the first card. Hahaha.

Only then did I send spring back, and then I sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, you will live with it. " Continuous spring rain Shatter the blue sky A few pieces of blue hiding behind the raindrops Mine, did not bring it, my clear sky On the other side of the rain If the raindrops are more crystal clear , they can shine into my turning silhouette If the raindrops continue and continue there will be the beauty of rain falling like a butterfly just like that beautiful overwintering white butterfly flying in, perching on February's shoulder flying away, turning into yesterday's raindrops Come, how blue is the sky Fly, how many drops of rain will there be in this sky Which one is the butterfly in the clear sky Which one is the butterfly in the falling rain Then fly, fly to Taihu Lake, to Dongting Listen to the sound of rain in the Tang Dynasty Look at the clear sky in the Song Dynasty Then, look at yourself Leave your voice in Tang poetry and Song lyrics Broken wings are also the most beautiful traffic accident You weave your brocade on sunny days I read my poems on rainy days From last spring to next spring