A smoky rain, Ren Pingsheng
Reading history, Mingxin eye, let the chaos in the chaos of the world turn over and over, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties will meet, the last back of the dying dynasty in the heavy rain, desolate and desolate, as if wearing a coat in the middle of the night to fight more lonely old man. What you see is always only the rich loneliness under the darkness. When the old is decaying, you will not be remembered if you have a pure land to cover up the past.
In Su Shi’s words, most of them were read by him, and there was a kind of bright red color in the oblique sun. The tragic and strong on the ancient road of the mottled yellow old, it seems that it should be worthy of a song from the side. The desert wolf is like a cockroach, and it is the scene. However, after reading the whole article, it is still lonely, and that kind of deepness is like watching the world. This man full of family world is full of emotions, although the road to history extends to the ground, but he has come over, with the elegance and freedom of the Su faction and his belief in the line between the words, the history of the Song, the Song of the Thousand The fireworks and fires are also unique to the Su's door, which is really good feng shui. He has never lost his fame, and he has turned around and turned back a thousand times, and finally he will look up to the scenery in the eyes of the world.
I also had a few tender feelings, and I saw that the curtains were rolled up and people were deep. The quiet and elegant wife, and can not take such a good thinking, so Zhao Mingcheng, who did not complete the gambling of tea, became the second "small window, dressing, and nothing to do with tears."
I don't know if the sandalwood comb in Susie's hand is tightly gripped. In fact, it is tightly gripped, but the blue silk is like water, and it passes smoothly from the hand. Unable to catch, after all, it is still necessary to let her go, all kinds of regrets only in the future dreams of words shouting.
But when I first read this first word, I finally felt that there was nowhere to be depressed. Throughout the history of the poetry, the Ming and Qing dynasties, and those who are exemplary models are more or less similar. Soft brushstrokes, as if through the rich ink scent, you can see how the Su Shi, who had been smashed in the past, studied ink and made a thousand strengths. This life, this is the case, write it all, and never think about her.
The most fascinating thing is not the whispering of the tongue. Perhaps there is still some haze in the heart of the cloud, in fact, it is only that age is still small, do not know how to be happy with the beautiful, always feel that it should be like Wang Wei.
Great rain, such as the scent of clear tea from nine days, the scenery of the hanging rain waterfall is wonderful. In the new spring, the rain feet are carefully hit in the field of the oily cream, and it will take a few days to see the color. Imagine those spring flowers that are not long afterwards, but my heart is finally moved by the desolateness of the rain. Picking up the "Song Song" and seeing Su Shi's choice of words, the initial silence and sorrow was finally annihilated by the phrase "A smog of rain and rain."
The commentary of the words is very shallow. "A coat of clothing, with a mist of rain, let the half-life."
However, I can't imagine how it is, how to make a clean smile. Don't be a gold house, don't be a thousand bells, don't be like a jade. Rich and rich, like a cloud, Ronghua seems to be flowing. Cao Xueqin’s red building in the red building, the fireworks and the riches of Enze III, but also fell into a thousand bleak. He has already seen it, no longer sullen in the political struggles of the people, and to accompany the green mountains and green waters, a coat of clothing disappears. In the latter half of life, there is no such famous name. Without such a splendid, he does not want Hong Zhangli. Restoring the essence of life is like a long, white, lightning flash that has flashed through the wilderness, coming and going too fast, but the light is grand. I have never believed that someone can survive in the long-term according to their own will, even those who sit still in the meditation of the high-lying mountains, have to face the most realistic life and death. But there is always a moment, maybe when he puts on the sloppy shoes and tramples in the mud of the mountains, perhaps it is the moment when Gu Dukou looks at the sigh of the mountains. But there is always a moment when he changes from a poet to an ordinary person, from Su Shi to the wild. There is no more straightforward way of expression than this.
However, the background on the notes is extremely complicated.
In fact, I have already tired of this kind of complexity to some extent in my heart, and the human heart is well-organized. It is the political purpose of this first word, and expresses the author's heart. I don't know how many people's conjectures have been mixed in the process of reading.
And I, rather, I would like to believe that Su Shi, who is a stunned person, has indeed been squatting in the rain, his heart.
Written here involuntarily connected Li Bai, the "Shoukou spit, it is half a prosperous Tang" Li Bai, the "life is not in the world, the Ming Dynasty scattered the boat" Li Bai, leisure and a hundred people It outlines the bright and splendid light of half of the Tang Dynasty. However, the greatest wish of this life, in his, is just a smock, a pot of sloppy wine, greeted the thousands of green. In the misty rain, the infusion of endless life green.
The world is impermanent, and the compassion that comes over is rooted in the heart of a mortal who is finally dusty.