Time flies past and stretches into a vast river. When I, a latecomer, rafted up the river, the history of those far away was on its shores, and the scrolls gradually unfolded. I saw a beautiful paradise, where the footprints of the sages are imprinted, and the laughter of the benevolent people echoes the songs of the wise men, making me fascinated...
In the middle of the city of Fuyang, the mountains are undulating, and Lin Haijun. On the half slope of a high hill in the waterfall, the dense trees cover a simple grasshopper, which is very natural and very fresh. Gaogang has grasshoppers, as if a vast lake floats over a sail, and the distant sky passes over a flying geese. The grass has a master, it seems that a small stone cave flies to the gods, and the shallow stream of water lies in the dragon. Mr. Zhuge lived here deeply, and he took his quiet years like a wild crane. He went out, and the grasshopper was the starting point for his happiness. He walked through the path, swayed the pines, listened to the spring, and sat down with the mountains and waters. He returned, and the grasshopper was the end of his happiness, burning the blue light, adjusting the piano, and rolling the yellow roll. , occupying the ancient style and elegant rhyme. He ploughed up the acres and did not have tyranny to intervene; he talked about the soldiers, and common friends came to invite. The grasshopper is full of free air. He often sleeps three times in the sun. When he wakes up, he is self-indulgent: "Whoever dreams, I know myself." Grasshopper is his paradise. He lives in a paradise and is determined to be in the world.
Tao Qian Dong
The sunset fell into the middle of the Yangyang River, splashing the sunset glow of the sky, dyed the river red and bloody. In front of the ordinary people's house on the riverside, a circle of sparse short fences was inserted obliquely. On the east side of the short fence, the chrysanthemums are full of fluffy, like a naive little face, stretched with a childish smile. The autumn wind gently swayed their graceful posture, overflowing with a strong aroma. In the flowers, “Mr. Wu Liu” Tao Qian’s face is thin and thin, with two faint frosts, and is picking up a golden daisy with ease. Sometimes he put the petals on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and the brows rose infinite joy. Chrysanthemum is his companion, his pleasure, his life! Suddenly, he inadvertently looked up and his eyes were connected to the faint Nanshan. There is a cloud of smoke and clouds, and Lin Biao is deep. Maybe someone who likes him is seclusion. "Under the Chrysanthemum, I saw Nanshan leisurely." He couldn't help but squat. His thoughts were taken far and far. He forgot the hard life of "ringing Xiaoran, not sheltering from the wind", "short brown knotting, scooping and scooping", to satisfy his ability to let his nature escape in this small world. In a moment, a pair of homing birds passed by his eyes, and he was comfortable: "There is a true meaning in this, and I want to confess my own words." Dong Li is his paradise, he is in paradise, and he is in the mood. .
The river roared, rolling, and dying eastward. A pile of snow waves, rolling and jumping, such as galloping. The green hills on both sides of the strait are steep and the walls are facing each other. The goshawk hovers over the foothills, and the river swells with the cliff. The sound of mountains and waters is like a landscape with a soundtrack. Jiang Xinyi's boat was bumping in the rapids, and the east side of the bow was sitting on the bow. His eyes reflected joy, and his chest was rushing. Thank God for pushing him to the ancient battlefield of Chibi, let him stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, feel the magnificence of the mountains, and listen to the sound of the sound of the waves. The boat is like an arrow, and it looks like a swallow, as if flying. He pointed to the mountains and raised the wine and sang the song: "Guilan Lan Paddle, hitting the air to see the light." He thought for a thousand years, relying on the hero: "Looking at the public 瑾 瑾 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , His soul is sublimating, just like the bright moon over the sky. So, he suddenly sighed: "Life is like a dream, a glimpse of the river." Chibi is his paradise. He is in the amusement park, and his feelings are ancient and modern.
The thoughts fly out of the paradise of the ancients, I feel the purification of the soul. They show me that the paradise of good spirits is eternal. They let me know: how to have such a paradise, and to grasp the meaning of life in the insistence.