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07.11.2019 08:08
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The month is often the sustenance of the ancient literati's emotions; it also often makes the poet Yixing Carton Of Cigarettes, and writes the poems of the eternal poems. As the waters of China have passed away this year, the moonlight is still shining on one side of the land, telling the homesickness of the distant wanderers. Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, was as blunt as he said, "He wants to cross the Yellow River and stagnate the river, and will climb the mountain with snow." Twenty-four years old traveled far away from home, until he died more than sixty. In these 30 years Marlboro Gold, his career was not smooth, the four sides traveled and met the Quartet. Based on the purpose of his thought sects, he should have lived a good life, but because of his lofty ambitions and ambitions, he wants to have a fortune in his life Marlboro Red. He had the privilege of meeting the Mendu and his sympathy and comfort to his lonely soul... everything is described in the moonlight. Far away from homesickness, he "looks his head and looks at the moon, bows his head and thinks about his hometown", and sends that piece of nostalgia to the moonlight that shines in his hometown; when he is alone, he "make a glass of invitation to the moon, and make a shadow to the three", with that neat The moon meets and gets rid of this lonely loneliness; even the dream swims, it is also "one night to fly the mirror lake month", according to legend, he died because of drunkenness into the river. Li Bai also had self-destructive self-destruction, and made a rogue with the rogue on the street, but it was still the moonlight, calling back his ambition. They all said that Li Baisheng was a bright moon and died for a bright moon. Even the bones were forever buried in the river. I don't know when I was hanging in the moon, and I came to Kyushu one night. Will his soul blended into the moonlight bring another pot of wine and be drunk in this vast moonlight? Not only Li Bai, but also the outstanding Chinese scholar Su Shi, also in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Make a "Water Melody" and send a miss and loved ones through the fifteenth month. Li Bai��s friend, ��Poetry St.�� Du Fu, also reminisced about his long-lost brothers with the words ��From the White tonight, the Moon is the Hometown Ming��; even the mysterious poet Zhang Ruoxu left a ��Spring River Flower Moon Night�� to linger. Nowadays, I sit down under the moon, read the poems under the moonlight, enjoy the peace of the busy work, enjoy the baptism of the sacred moonlight, enjoy the breeze of the moonlight, and be my poor spirit. The world has brought infinite prosperity, and it has given me some feelings that I have never had before. The moonlight brings peace and healing. It is what modern people who are busy and impetuous need. Maybe we can��t wave like the poets. The pen is written, and the pen is like a god. But we can, like them, find a solace in this quiet and far-reaching moonlight, let the tired body and mind temporarily melt into the moonlight. |
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