The first time I met him, it suddenly began to rain heavily. I should go to the supermarket and walk into a small bookstore. He lay quietly in the corner of the bookshelf, quietly put away his proud wings and closed the corner of competition.
My intuition made me choose him. He has no ordinary face, but he is also pure and beautiful. I took him out of the storm, but I didn't expect the love between us to start from this moment.
From him, I learned that Li Qingzhao, a charming and gentle poetess, seemed to see the poetess coming slowly with a sad smile when reading Dream. "Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and I slept soundly without leaving wine. I asked the shutter man, and he said' Haitang is still there'. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. " In graceful and light words, the poetess hummed in the curtain. I also have a kind of inexplicable sadness in my heart. Then I looked down and saw "Mo Tao is needless, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." After careful consideration, I can't help but sigh that this poetess has experienced vicissitudes from her happy life in her early years to the war and the death of her family. I followed the poetess in the sad journey of life, singing "Things don't stop, tears flow first." "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much." Her homesickness, her homesickness, I read with heartache and full of sadness.
For a long time, I was immersed in Li Qingzhao's words and felt that I could read her sadness.
When I met him again, he introduced me to Xin Qiji, which was a different realm from Li Qingzhao. "A strong man holds thousands of flags, and one banner crosses Jiangyin." Let's look at the author's heroic memories of his assault on the Golden Camp. "Broken Array" is even more emotional. "I saw the sword when I was drunk, and I dreamed of blowing Lien Chan, firing at 800 Li, turning over the Great Wall with 50 strings, and being stationed in the battlefield in the golden autumn." It depicts the brave spirit of the general ready to go, and finally ends with "poverty and white occurrence", which makes people feel infinite. But I read from Xin ci: even if there is a heroic heart full of saving the country, it can't change the reality that the country is in danger; No matter how many papers are full of lofty sentiments, there will be a cavity of loyalty, no one will complain, but tears will flow freely.
Concealed in thought, he didn't seem to want to stop, and introduced me to the famous patriotic general Yue Fei, reading "Thirty fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds. Don't wait, the boy's head is white and sad. " I lament the author's eagerness to encourage himself and others and do something for the country and the nation at the critical moment of national survival, which is inspiring and touching.
Whether it is Su Shi's "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away" or Lu You's "Broken into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains." Or Yuan Haowen's "Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death?" I read it crazily.
Standing under the fragrant osmanthus tree, I miss him-my beloved Song Ci. I promise to ask him out every week, and I will hold him and savor the fun.
I live indoors with Song Ci Composition 2, cooking tea and listening to the rain, holding a roll of Song Ci, facing the earthly scenery.
Song ci is beautiful and tactful, romantic and affectionate, with gorgeous sentences and deep sadness, which can't be erased. This life is attached to Song Ci, and I will never forget it in the afterlife. Reading a song and poem is like grass in the rain after a long drought. When you close your eyes, you are intoxicated.
I am addicted to the artistic conception of Song Ci. "In the evening, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door." This Song Li Zhongyuan's "Recalling Your Sun" makes people addicted to the scenery. The heavy door is hidden deep, and the pear blossoms gently knock on the heavy door like rain. This time it was thrilling. In this time, flowers bloom and fall, things are transformed, thinking that they have already left this complicated world, but they are still in the world of mortals. Outside the window, is it raining? I seem to hear the sound of rain falling on the earth, but I still can't help looking around, but a pear flower as white as jade is locked on my door. I can't help putting myself in its artistic conception, feeling the poet's thoughts and pulling my own mood. This is called * * *. After drinking the dusty old wine, I can't wake up, I can only get drunk.
I have deep feelings for Song Ci. In Li Qingzhao's Pruning a Plum, "one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries. There is no way to eliminate this situation, but the eyebrows are raised and the heart is there. " Acacia is unbearable, and a little acacia causes anxiety eyebrows. Who can escape? ""Luo Shang, alone in Lanzhou ",loneliness and melancholy, can only be absorbed by themselves. Here, private feelings and desires, such as thousands of ants gnawing at bones, hold a poem and caress the soul with the poet.
Su Shi's "Life is like a dream, the moon is full of respect", and Xin Qiji's "Thinking of that year, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger" is full of words, broad-minded and clear, and galloping freely. Su Shi's accession to the WTO is detached and indifferent, and Xin Qiji's dream of mountains and rivers is unforgettable. Every word must be weighed, so that he can understand and arouse some lofty sentiments. In the long river of history, he floats quietly, so he is in no hurry, waiting for you to learn.
I was moved by the charm of Song Ci. Song Ci is the cultural gene of China and the excellent traditional culture of China. "Chinese Poetry Conference" stands out from many reality shows with a clear spring, attracting national attention and showing the charm of Chinese culture. There are many foreign friends participating in this program. They were intoxicated by China culture and Song Ci. Song ci is a secluded orchid, which touches foreign friends and dusty hearts with its fragrance. The culture of Song Ci will accumulate more and more mellow in the long scroll of history. The fragrant scroll is enough to touch people's hearts, China culture and the charm of Song Ci.
Song ci and I are like "suddenly looking back, that person is in that dim light." Looking for years, I found you behind me, not too long or too short, enough to remember for a lifetime. Song ci, I am intoxicated with you.
I would like to live in the misty rain south of the Yangtze River and spend my life with a rain, a cup of tea and a roll of Song Ci.