People who have returned to China have used their stories to understand the brewing of history, becoming more and more mellow and smelly, and the taste will last for a long time-Ming.
The moon should be empty, who dances under the moon to find the shadow? River of no return, who brought a picturesque sigh? Mimi shallow waves, looming layers of soil, and who is sleeping drunk on the grass ... Zigui crow bright moon, Qiong Yao reflects Du Yu, there should be no hatred, but Chanjuan is still wonderful. The past is still there, and the past has passed. The wind blows the red cliff again, sighing here. Where have you been since I lived like a dream?
Mizhou wild hunting lifted the ban to lead yellow clearance; Golden-topped mink and fur, thousands of riding Shu Pinggang. Nothing really won't happen to stop for a minute, so it's a moment before it leaves and is put in prison. 103 dark day and night, your heart is trembling. You live in prison. Are you still evil? "Dreams are like clouds around deer, and souls are like chickens flying to the fire of life." Looking at a fish on a plate held by the jailer, what kind of mood do you have to write two desperate poems? 103 Days and nights are coming to an end. How nervous are you, or how bold and sad are you? Are you tired? Look at those poor faces. Do you hate them? Are they wrong? Or, are you wrong? Or are you stubborn, evasive and unwilling to think about it? You are tired, really tired. What is Dongpo's sin? A person is too tall.
After the Heitai Poetry case, you went from Jingxiang to Hangzhou, to the Western Zhou Dynasty, to Jizhou, to Huzhou, to Huangzhou, and even to Hainan in the desert. I don't know how you struggle inside. Has the heart for the common people stopped beating? You gave everyone a pleasant answer: I have tried to change, and my mouth has not lost its direction! "The clothes and towels fall on jujube flowers, and the village in the south rings in the north." Did you cry when you saw the drought and bitter rain in Xuzhou? Maybe. This concern for the country and officials has never subsided.
After years of sighing for no reason, you turned to the helplessness of middle age and the broadness of old age, and you can't forget those days and nights of 103. I have no choice but to blame who is right and who is wrong. You blame the poor and weak court; You are eager to see "Yao Shun, courtier" and hope that one day "you bow like a modest moon, look at the northeast and shoot wolves." ; You ask, "When will Feng Tang deliver it?" ; You are very frivolous. "Who's afraid? A misty rain can save you for a lifetime! " However, "a big dream in the world, a cool life in autumn." These, you are right. But those 103 days and nights ... after all, who is right and who is wrong?
Between the quiet mountains and forests, you suddenly realize; "Qian Shan plays the flute at night, and the road is dark and charming. I don't know that people in the world are changing, and it is great to be tolerant of guests. " You are no longer obsessed with "fighting for the future", but "from now on, the ship will die, and Jiang Hai will spend his life." You are falling and broken, and you just want to rest a lonely flood. "The cold branches are not willing to be born, and the lonely sandbar is pitiful." What should I do to you? Everything you do is right, but everything is wrong. You sent out the truest feeling from the heart, "How clear is life when you are worried about a snow in the southeast?"
Beside Chibi Mountain, I leaned against the tree and looked at the East River to find your figure. ...