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Liu Shaoqing Wu Zhong".
Zhongshu (Song) shore grass flat sand. King Wu's hometown, willow smoke slanting. The cold is light after the rain, the fragrance is soft before the wind, and the spring is in the pear blossoms.
Pedestrians are at the end of the world. The wine wakes up, and the remnants of the sun are chaotic. The swing outside the door, the red and pink on the wall, who is in the deep courtyard?
The fluffy green grass, facing the spring breeze, rises and falls everywhere, stretching the sky, like a thick velvet carpet spread on both sides of the river. It does not have the charm of flowers, the crystal clarity of frost and dew, the jade and ice clarity of falling snow, it only has the perseverance to resist the wind and rain and the obscurity of deep soil.
The green grass is like a tree, defending the territory on both sides of the strait, and sticking to the smooth and mirror-like river sand behind them.
Standing on the bow of the boat, the poet saw the "flat sand" wrapped in "shore grass", which was clear and blue under the illumination of the glow, like a bright mirror, shining with the sunset and green grass. The evening breeze is blowing, refreshing and pleasant, and the river waves are rolling in, slapping the "flat sand", churning and stacking. Under the intermingle, a beautiful and charming riverside picture comes into view.
King Wu's Former Garden", the slender wicker hung weakly, like a graceful girl, slim and elegant, Chu Chu moving;Like an elegant dancer, light and graceful. The breeze blew, stirring the willows and stroking the light smoke. The smoke grows from straight to oblique, nestled in the tranquility of the wind, becoming more and more pure and ethereal, circling in the palace, and the looming smoke waves exude the simplicity, warmth and fragrance of the world.
The scenery is a good scene, but this "Former Garden of King Wu", which is full of historical traces, has long been unrecognizable, not as prosperous as in the past, everything has been submerged in the torrent of history, and the infinite emotion of personnel is everywhere between the lines.
I am intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of the mountains and waters, and feel the impermanence of the rise and fall of history, and suddenly feel that after a light rain, the chill fades, and the fragrance is soft.
A word to the kind of comfortable and leisurely, unrestrained, wandering the shape of the love of the paper jumped on the paper, quite a romantic mentality of taking the four seas as a home, but also from the side of the description of the river at the moment, the river is turbulent, the wind is fast.
Enjoy the natural scenery without the company of wine. Drink heartily, drunk and lying on the side of the boat, while intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, while indulging in the infinite imagination in the heart, this kind of free and dripping drunkenness, self-evident.
The words "remnant" and "chaotic" describe the scenery of spring twilight. The "remnant sun" is dim, but there is still a little bit of sunset dripping on the river, and the crows are flocking, but they are particularly chaotic and disorderly, disturbing the peaceful river. "Sober place", seeing this situation, not only feel the spring sultry, but also feel that the spring twilight has come, trance, stunned, no word to render the lonely state of mind at the moment, but without a trace of interpretation out, it can really be said to be in the scene, the scene is blended.
When I was confused by the twilight of spring, I found that there was a more moving spring scene.
The swing is fluttering, full of dreams, as if the "red pink on the wall" is already sitting on the swing, accompanied by the gentle spring breeze, coming again and again, and throwing the heart into the spring breeze over and over again. The remnant sun is gone, twilight is coming, the spring light of the day is quietly gone, come back to your senses, walk along the boat in a daze, and then look at the slender swing, and then look at the looming "red pink", a little more romantic, a little more obsessed, I don't know whose girl is this deep courtyard?
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