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The ten year romantic lucky name

The most romantic poetry of the Tang Dynasty "always" this book preface said "anyone who, only the most romantic poetry of the Tang dynasty". Want to come to this book is its unique insights, it is in describing the master of masters of poetry, but more part describes the poet's trajectory and romantic stories. Every poem is a story behind every story is a thousand sails poet. This book gives the classification of each period of the poet poet or every emotional stages, Weiweidaolai those or poignant and exquisite sentimental injury or story, let us enjoy the poems and stories.
When I find this book at the library had thought of giving up, because the book is like a romantic anecdotes magazine. The nine chapters, each chapter has a very loud small title, while small Title below are somedermes famous stories. I looked at Li Bai, he is truly great men, Shixian title is famous, his those romantic story and his poetry in free and romantic enough, he in Tianbao eleven years, are friends invited to drink, not for his momentary revelry court reuse start "invitation to wine" also dance sword, large and look straight Teaching people grief and shock. Next, read Zhao Jia. He is the Tang poet, having a very considerate concubine in a large, they love each other is happy. This book is full of sad sad poetry is "the same where moon, landscape vaguely like last year", "moon Xiao Xiao offshore wind, Jun GUI Quan lu my drift" his affection into poetry, the poetry as the concubine memories and thoughts, I read here also to feel the ancients a love of poetry, because in the heart has the love because of cannot tell sad so put on supporting poetry expression, each poem bearing thickness is not just the scenery pleasant or unique it is the poet's emotion. What is romantic? Is a kind of obsessed indulge in pleasures without stop, is that lead a fast style, or a superficial self modality of the helpless? I think the airflow should be a bias term, used to describe those who are frustrated and rich emotion of the literati praise.
That the two men just to prove that I read this book, and dermes I really want to write is the truly romantic the poet Du Mu. This book on the Du Mu label is "talented and romantic scholar" Du Mu early on because "metrical Fu" and famous but did not become a magnifico, Tang is itself will end, and a highly developed era of erotic. Du Mu in Yangzhou prostitutes feast, not knowing why it is so romantic, but Bole Niu Seng Ru he is very care, sent to protect him. I see here when it felt that Du Mu was really lucky for truly great men, said the teacher to get the favor of Bole also not easy not to mention you again review concern?" Ten spring Yangzhou Road, as the total volume Zhu Lian "" it also has a candle, shedding tears until dermes dawn "this is for Du Mu as he Zhang Haohao do poem, I also is in see this two poems he wrote what decided to. I have a deep-rooted bad habits, for the views of others a fool things will be very curious and think constantly of, and for his good things may not remember exactly, now I also in such a predicament, I want to know is what makes him so addicted to the fireworks, obviously he is not incompetent.

# by jiugui61 | 2015-03-16 13:25 | gengxin

Two doors south of the hall

Remember the old living grandmother. Two Menzhaoxi low Adobe house. Behind the four grandpa lived a. Two doors south of the hall, the East has a pot house, full of adobe wall, wheat straw grass roof. There is a tree in front of the jujube tree, every autumn, tree studded with scilloides an envious -- green if pearl, red if the agate. My grandmother always first find a bamboo pole, and trembling came under the tree, picked the red agate, alignment, gently a knock, Zaoer fell. Four grandpa brother-in-law than I was one year old. We tried to check the dates fall to the ground. Wait until the knock into a small bowl, grandmother put down the pole, take a bucket to fetch sweet Qinglie one bucket of water well, then a one star cleaning of jujube on the soil. Wash red dates, the more endearing. Then call my grandmother gently: "hair child, fast eating jujubes." I was unable to hold oneself back to pick up the dates, eat like wolves and tigers eat up. Sometimes even the jujube stone is also a piece of swallow. Now, that is not read hastily and without thinking? Eat to energetically, look up the grandmother, silver haired, his face was the years engrave a deep wrinkles. She was smiling and watching us eat with appetite to eat dates. The face is full of smile and love. I often take a dates to the shuttle into the great grandmother and toothless mouth, threw back his head and the grandmother said: "my lady, you eat, the sauce is really sweet!" Grandmother side flat with mouth dates, one side lovingly stroked my head, said: "my darling! It is my darling!" I nestled in the great grandmother's arms, enjoying the warmth of love. Zaoer finished, looked at the bowl, water, also want to drink, with Zaoer fragrance, sweet sweet more wells.
Eat well washed scilloides, more love in Gujing while enjoying the slack neighborhood deep sense of nostalgia. Spring, pink peach trees along the side of the hole, can Ruo Hongxia. One morning, a group of big girl, little daughter-in-law came to the edge of the well washing clothes. All the while washing side chat, talk about parents, short road. Also from time to time out with a stick to beat the sound of laughter and female clothes. If someone in trouble, washing sheets clamp like clothes, which she always took the initiative to help wring water. You see the four Gu and fat aunt screwed in a sheet. They use the opposite direction of the force, hard to screw the water rushing stream, start, gradually become thin, become water. The water drop sound is so harmonious, beautiful. The four Gu face up blush, fat aunt's face is sweating drops. They use the water to wash with, feel fresh, with a hand through his hair, and their respective end basin basket to go home. Then the six six continued shadows in the well edge dangling. To meet the warm Chunyang, listen to the birds to crow, that's how poetic spring morning!
If to collect wheat, well autumn crops, Furui Nabe abnormal lively. We this group of children like Furui Nabe in the woods in search of cicada, dig, pick wasp cochlear in Flos Sophorae, traditional Chinese medicine store these things set much to set on the money. Late in the afternoon, we play games of chicken in this piece of open ground, playing games like cotton. Tired, playing a keg of well water, one Yang Bo, such as drinking cow generally, gudonggudong drink one array, and then hand wiping his mouth, say: "really happy! Really happy!" Here is the children's music member, is also a big leisure centre. Grandfather, uncles in the summer afternoon together playing cards, in which the edge of the well under the dense canopy of chess, the next six weeks (a mud horse game.)...... They sometimes wait, sometimes controversial, sometimes beaming, sometimes sad old...... Five I like most. He is the master of fish. Often took us to the next hook in Gujing Wai, bamboo sieve net do put on some bait fish catch on. As long as the fish in the net, he will plunge into a mention, saw a fish in a bamboo sieve dancing and skipping with joy. Children naturally one array cheers. Catch enough one part barrels, five grandma take one from home kitchen knife to kill the little fish, use it for cleaning. Clean, in the sun dried fish. Now often eat dried fish, total feel or five grandmother fried incense, eating more.

# by jiugui61 | 2014-03-10 17:33 | gengxin

Love has gone through from the misty rain


Last night, in the friends she married bridal chamber, someone suggested the presence of each single men and women must loudly tell everyone you are happy or not happy. On the microphone yusahng smile blossoming answered "I am very happy", while the four words coming from the rain and the rain and the mouth, empty heart in a haze covering the original moment of clear sky.
Excuse my stomach to rest, and hurried out of the rain.
Set foot on the road, rain and tears will fail to live up to fall down.
"Water ah, you say my happiness?" Sitting on the stone, facing the river, rain and tears asked softly.
"If you and not allow together, now you must be in good time in static Nianhua smile, you will hear in every corner of the world a happy voice enron." At that moment, the rain and heard his heart instead of water as the answer.
One, the world is small; read out, coast to coast.
There is no mo Yun shadow, rain and found himself not to regard with equanimity mood to Qingzou tube Xiao; no mo Yun's voice, the rain and found himself cannot use the indifferent quiet heart alone in a clearing.
A lonely night, the rain and the heart again and again set foot on a path that was thick with moss memory, through a firefly, toward once the ink cloud, fantasy again into the beautiful dream.
On warm days, rain clothes don't know Mo Yun is your deepest waiting, cold weather, rain and knew all about Mo Yun is full of his deep care.
"The rain skirt, hello happiness! Have not allowed so handsome and cautious man, you must be the past deeds." Once all my colleagues in the company, I almost to say so.
In fact, I have always known Mo Yun rain is love her, just, accustomed to being not allowed after the rain spoiled, and forgot the treasure.
When love is gone, and was again and again to rain at Mo Yun, touch album, to carefully think Mo Yun for their own good.
"I belong to chicken, if you love me, then the four seasons of a year, each season you have to give me a hand carved a wooden chicken, and chicken with each position must be different."
"Well, rest assured! This should not be difficult for me!"
Once looked to be in good out of a bandbox desk only a wooden chicken, rain and the world is full of flowers, now, each time saw the eleven wooden chicken, a love song in the rain and ear floats, a flower in the rain under the eyes......
The night wind, wind who care? A poor, scratch whose heart? A curtain of rain, stranded on the who's brow?
The rain clothes clean without sun shines, only the cold winter day with mind sing, twitter......

# by jiugui61 | 2013-12-23 12:18 | jilv

looming out of people's figure

Haramoto Haruro's day, he becomes dark, misty. I saw a light flashes on the distant horizon, attracted her slowly approached, approached.
The dense water gradually dispersed, the looming out of people's figure, familiar and unfamiliar, it is the father, short stature, thin face, high cheekbones like protrusions two mountains is located in his swarthy face. She wanted to call father, but like what was up the throat, when the last sound shout oneself hoarse "father" was shouted at the time, my father turned to smile, but suddenly seem terribly fatigued eyes alight with joy, instantaneous sad, pale; and suddenly, his father was a invisible hand pull away, away, then disappear in her fuzzy line of sight. She cried, choke with sobs......
With a cry, Xu Jing was awakened from the dream, she has countless this is the first several times so wake up in the same dream, can not remember this is the some dreams of her father, her most close, died of cancer a few months the most loving man who will never see before. He went quietly, even she even his last side not to be able to see. Leave a promise long echoed in the empty room, into the memory, into a teardrop.
She curled up in bed, crying again.
Xu Jing parents when she was very little divorced, she was awarded the father. Father is a farmer, the family was not well-off, but for Xu Jing was loved.
Xu Jing to school age, his family was not good and can not afford to pay tuition fees. She sat in front of the door, looking at the other children back schoolbag go to school. His father sat at the side, with a frown. For a long time, he went to the front of Xu Jing, touch her head, smiled and said, "son, we have to go to school tomorrow?" "But, tuition...?" "OK, dad will let you go to school." Clear memory, this is the first time commitment father. Indeed, the very next day Xu Jing is like other children of the same age, sit in classrooms. Mi Roro stood at the door, the sound of reading, the father smiled and left.
A brilliant summer, the little girl is wearing a pretty dress, and Xu Jing but only a mended many times. Quiet night, only singing insects also, Xu Jing by the dim lights are still learning. Father smiled and sat down beside her, "child, want this year's birthday?" Looked up to her dismay, again lowly head, in a low voice said slowly "I want a skirt?" Father is smiling to touch her head "dad bought you." He walked out the door, like a demon killed instantly like a smile, no expression. The very next day night, the father come back very late, holding, is Xu Jing to want gift. Xu Jing, afterwards just know, father to buy a gift for her, to the city to move a day of brick, hand grinding out of the bubble. Suddenly a sultry summer wind, the train carrying a full of fatherly love.
The flight of time, a blink of an eye Xu Jing was in the high school age. She with outstanding results and was admitted to the county high school, but when she left to go to the county school that day, father suddenly fainted. Ward, Xu Jing takes his father's hand "Dad, what's wrong with you, you don't scare me." Father forced smile touched her head "silly boy, Dad's okay, dad will take care of you for a lifetime, you feel at ease to go to school." Suddenly it began to rain, playing a petal......

# by jiugui61 | 2013-11-11 16:36 | jilv

Beautiful love

Autumn coolness hit, Yuhuatai, before write read, according to the window far found Luoshen princess, be passionately devoted affection deep night, according to Ling Bo.
Night, to calm the mind, at the same time free lonely, let people wishful thinking love thoughts, loneliness is because of missing you?
Are you.
A mood swing, a season warm flow length,lace front hair wigsonly under the brow, but the heart, left eye right eye tears, miss, I miss you again.
The fragrance of flowers, miss into Gu, clear and hazy, missing you too much, I smoke, your shadow, long habits, only smoke to you, indulge in confused in read you, find you, waiting for you, the memories, the pen, will you......
May, the edge of hand, convergence half crazy heart;
May, kiss your eyes, mask Qing I sad;
May, caress face, comfort feeling half vicissitudes;
May the love, with warm, financial secretary Bing Xin i;
Wish, help your shoulder, chase dark lonely.
Wish, help your shoulder, hk loan lenderschase dark lonely.
May, I call my heart, my life beyond.
Wish, keep my wounds, wound I a life long;
May, Ching Ming Junyi, no regret;
May, two heart Yiyi, heaven and earth in the;
May, cover your lips, from essential preexistence;
Let your arms, embrace life, cleanse dust.
May, with your heart, with thousands of students were a madness, I happy;
May, kiss the eyes into the heart, with my eternal rebirth, a world of love.
May, hold the hand, pet my joys and sorrows;
May, Fu Jun Xiang's neck, a life of happiness.
In May, according to the human hair, to the life feeling;
May, hold in hands, in this life long;
See? Tilting my heart, heart is the;
See? Can destroy I sad, sent Japanese poetry, my heart wide.
Yu Qing, pure heart, life and music;
Woo, fairy flower soul, a lifetime of happiness.
The ancient roadway lane, a I, end a distance from you, is you.
Night blooming, sound password scurrying, weave a bundle of optical fibers through the screen to black, at the end of the alley pond Willowbank that Calendula silver.
With my thoughts down, swaying, Shuizhonglian, flower fairy, Shuitianyise, dream like fairy, I see you come: recently had good?
Cold night, wearing clothes? Neck pain free?
Your hair is a little white hair? led ceiling light Remember you said total insomnia, please don't think too much, okay?
I said, as long as you live well, enough.
Decreed by fate and internal injuries, please believe!
No complaint, no hate, no less, only love two words long, even once fall in love at first sight not buy two heart gracious, even if I love it, love it, after all, the heart is really hard, love, rich connotation meaning.
Good music good cruel, listened to the song Fandy, full of heartache to miss you.
Text edge, our light polyester pen marks, Galaxy water, once sentiment Du why is the bridge?
People, who without people, centrifugal, good sad.
As they read, July 7th, snow lotus, my fate, when to return?
A field with season and meeting, don't ask what, want to skip, skip, muddle along, because, only sad.

# by jiugui61 | 2013-09-13 11:38 | suixie