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I don't know when I started to like to explore the author's writing with conviction. When the author wants the characters in his writing to be vivid, he needs beautiful writing and smooth portrayal. That's just a superficial appearance. What the protagonist and the characters in the book need is perseverance, courage, and dreams. This requires the author to understand deeply.
The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities are there, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury, and the luxury is high.
The sun covers my sleeves in shame, and I am too lazy to put on my makeup in spring. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a thoughtful man. Tears are shed on the pillow, and the heart is broken among the flowers. Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu?
The old man is talking about being a teenager, holding a yellow hand on his left, holding a blue sky on his right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill.
The lakes are stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of riders with high teeth, riding drunk, listening to flutes and drums, chanting and admiring the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations.
It's spring at the foot of Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and bayberries are new one after another. He eats three hundred lychees a day and grows up to be a Lingnan native.
The hibiscus falls all over the water in the sky, and the waves rise at dusk. The two swallows flying on my back stick to the cold clouds, looking alone towards the east bank of the small building and leaning against the lantern. In the floating life, I only respect the old man in front of me, and the road to Chang'an is covered with snow. The old friend came to the high platform morning and evening to give me the spring scenery of Jiangnan and a branch of plum.
The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who by the river sees the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
The hand-rolled pearls are hung with jade hooks, and the heavy building is locked according to the hatred of the previous spring. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely. The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.
The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can't forget the beauty I have in my heart. The floating boats are coming to the Fen River, and the waves are flowing across the middle. The flutes and drums are singing, and the music is singing, and there is great joy and much sadness. How old are you when you are young?
One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, where thousands of tents are lit in the dead of night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves and has shallow streams in the cold sand zone. Twenty years have passed since the South Tower. The boat under the willow tree is still not stable, but it will last for a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is here again. The yellow crane cuts off the head of the river. Is the old friend still there today? The old country is filled with new worries. I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling.
In Anyuanlou Xiaoji, Huang, a concubine named Huang, begged Taoist Taoist Longzhou to compose this "Tang Duoling". Together with Liu Fuzhi, Liu Qufei, Shi Minzhan, Zhou Jiazhong, Chen Mengcan and Meng Rong. It was August 5th.
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A good book is worth reading ten times, and reading a chapter a dozen times a day is not too much. I have read and followed many books in recent years, so I made a list to read. [Updated from time to time] (You are welcome to recommend books ~ I will read a few chapters of any fantasy, fairy, supernatural, martial arts, science fiction book. If it is good, I will definitely release it ~ Of course (｡ò ∀ ó｡) fantasy stories from female channels are also acceptable)
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Although the turtle has a long life, it still has its time. A soaring snake rides on the mist, but ends up in ashes. The old man is brave and ambitious, and his ambition is thousands of miles. In his old age, the martyr is full of ambition. The period of profit and shrinkage is not only in heaven; the blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life. Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations.
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The gap between heaven and earth in life is as sudden as a white horse passing by.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Time only helps people grow old. I don't believe in sentimentality. I will always regret leaving the pavilion. Tears on spring shirts and wine can easily wake up.
A gentleman has nine thoughts: to see clearly, to listen to be wise, to look warm, to look courteous, to speak loyally, to act respectfully, to think doubtful, to be angry, to think difficult, and to see what is true.
The flowing light easily throws people away, turning cherries red and bananas green.
The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
A frog in a well who cannot talk to the sea is bound to the void; a summer insect cannot talk to the ice because it is bound to the time.
I asked if Lingnan was not good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
I'm afraid of lovesickness, I'm already lovesick, but when it's my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows.
Don't talk about things when they are done, don't admonish when things are done, and don't blame bygones.
I want to find my way through the flowers, and go straight into the depths of the white clouds, displaying my majestic rainbow.
All things in the past are like dying yesterday; all kinds in the future are like being born today.
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road.
One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, where thousands of tents are lit in the dead of night.
The magnanimity has no corner; the great talent comes late; the great sound is loud; the elephant is invisible.
Orchid grows in the deep valley, and it will not be fragrant if you don't accept it. The boat is in the river and the sea, and it will not float if you don't ride on it. A gentleman does justice and does not stop because of ignorance.
The tree that hugs each other is born from the smallest grain of wood; the nine-story platform begins from tired soil; a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
The cunning rabbit dies and the lackeys are cooked; the birds are gone and the good bow is hidden; the enemy's country is destroyed and the advisers perish.
The beauty committed suicide on the bank of Wujiang River, the war burned Chibi Mountain, and the general was empty at Yumen Pass.
Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don't know me tell me what I want.
Time is not reserved for young people, hate is long, when will you rest?
I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.
Don't lean on the fence when you are alone. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
