2010年12月27日星期一

You say, this cycle I am with you.

You say, this cycle I am with you.
I say, that retractor.
Beautiful expression of overflowing naive wish, tightly interlocking the fingers.
That spring, is rubbing shoulders once in a hurry, the north in May, filled with flowers in April, travel together in the gaze, the youthful figure on top of overlapping in my dream. Smiling, filled with the intoxicating restless, read the hand, warm the cold early spring.
At that time, we only meet by chance take it lightly, because you have a city to hurry the attention of my presence. Both days of warm, cold snow, it changes the passing of seasons, led by Department of the hidden from stare. Leave a message, is shown a look, always thought, this encounter is the most graceful deep yearning for the Red. Your north, such as the backbone of my generosity, misty rain south, the scattered you delicate and exquisite. Perhaps, that water, posture, walking in the curved bridge on the south, it more tactfully.
Bank and Tanglin, free roam, May the wind be your black hair eddies, have shoulder-length hair, that between the micro-brow wrinkled frown thoughts, in a heavy fall on the history. Even Yi Mei Pianfei, fingers Qinglong not see the sea to stay in your joy in the journey, Shinto stone steps, there stands a stone horse statue, that dignified expression, is the number of hidden feelings.
You know it is light all the way through the complaints, life is an endless journey. Concepts and describe happiness, the joy of the first, after a brief marriage, he returned to the starting point. Discarded expect successful, you walk a man in despair, put the lives of helpless, bearing the vicissitudes of life. That knife, even though some gentle, but also drew his sword and no trace, leaving the silent tragedy.
Wind, still blowing loudly spread, hair disorder has been down, but I should not have to look down the first bet in your sad face. Seems in a dump and tired eyes inadvertently put the concern in the invisible, rope clutter your brow, your soul remaining in place, such a warm, light pity you ask the sigh ... ...
May flowers, with the green mountains in the dill in the warm and soaring, with Quan Liu Bi, even if a thin cold, but also washed the dust of years. Counterparts, each of Mouguang through the midnight dark, listening to the whispering in the other ray of sunshine to meet life. See you looks a stretch, no longer cover black hair was sobbing, glow, warm your pale lips, cheeks flush between the Yang Qi, Can such Shanhua.
North, admire the care, but you play between the amount of haze, the scenery along the way, because you more Xuan Can. Between Yan vivid, restored the young feelings, brilliance of the dimple, the solemn declaration of the unyielding strength. This situation is bitter after the spring transition, the wings of a dream, once again the Red wings Peak.
State of mind, with the stealth concept opens the loving tired, the trip together, the heart of Lake glittering waves, longitudinal mountain passage of the ear, soft shoulder of your fingers to ask I always mix. See you clean and shallow smile, revealing mildly, like a pond Qingbi, lush waves of my heart lake. Lean the feminine, but also a clear stand kiosks, distribution of faint Lotus.
Dismay, the end is led by traveling Qieqie look, or leave in order to better meet the next, tears in his eyes, filled with hope, will fill the future alone. Adjoint the past few days, the germination of life touched first, you read the fire bath, in the long autumn and winter, the brewing into another blooming, the reunion of the season, bloom!

Poor bone with no fixed river

Poor bone with no fixed river

Yulin, a river, called the Wuding River (upper reaches called Hongliuhe). It originated in the mountains of southern white Dingbian old mountain, the flow through the Dingbian, Jingbian County, Inner Mongolia, Wushen, Hengshan, Yuyang, Mizhi County, Suide County, Qingjian County, and ultimately into the Yellow River. Geographical picture of mountains from the Chinese point of view, can only be regarded as a Wudinghe river, in the national economy and it seems insignificant; However, from the perspective of Chinese history and culture, Wuding River is undoubtedly a great river, the impact of the Chinese nation that no one can taken lightly.
We know that Song is a glorious era of poetry, Frontier is the most ancient poetry in the unique strength of character show. Looking Tang frontier, we will find that many of them wrote poems Yulin earth, many poems written directly Wudinghe.
We look at the famous Tang Dynasty Border Poets Li Yi's "view of Dengxia chow six states have been granted off Hu songs":
Six children six states Hu Fan language, old riding sheep by gerbils.
Lone Wild Goose Wrangler Sha Tau Fei, Han Ranger mink silk clothing.
Three thousand miles of cloud in the battlefield, where the line today, sign-year-old go?
No fixed number of strains of the river willow, who were off for a glass of wine.
Hu made the aboriginal children from the song, singing hum do Chuishou.
Western states knew that the old country far to the west Hu Tian Homeward years.
Turn around and suddenly the sound for different parties, who gave back to the best of the first symptoms.
Fan Qu Krupp hard to sound, it seems that the situation to the Serbian side of the cloud.
Guan Shan homeland infinite Road, wind blows worthy of Lethal.
Blue horizon as seen mass graves, since ancient times to kill Han Zhaojun worry.
This poem is the poet army Shuofang (Xiazhou legacy, Ji Jin Jingbian County, Yulin City, White City Township, the final sub-sector), the board Xiazhou tower to watch the farewell for the levy of people back to the mainland. The most notable is "no fixed number of strains of the river willow, who were off a glass of wine." Poets see the river Liu Yin in the absence of fixed, people are back home for the upcoming hiring Han farewell, and some Willow both hands, and some are urging people to drink a glass of glass of - I wonder, long the sand Riverside has also occurred with no fixed so tender scene. Of course, the core of poetry were displaced to the Xiazhou to live performance, "Hu child" (which was the term generally refers to Turkic, Tibetan and other ethnic minorities) on the remote home of deep thoughts. Han Zheng of people by writing to be back home, to set off the "Hu child" of the homeless, the endless homesickness was performed very gently, deep and bitter. The poem was a bit proud of showing feelings of Han Chinese, but also showing a bit of the conquered nation, "Hu child" Buguantongyang meaning of sympathy. It is obvious that the poem's hidden behind the large-scale attack the will, must hide the brutal killings.
We look at the Late Chen Tao's "Longxi line":
Hun oath regardless of body scan, five thousand sable mourning Hu Chen Jin.
Poor river no fixed bone, who still is the dream of purdah.
What a "no fixed river poor bone" ah! If the "Dengxia chow," which the Han army won the battle, then, this poem, the Han army but Chiliaobaizhang. Moreover, "Longxi line" no "Dengxia chow" that life touching, there is only cruel and tragic, creepy to read! You see, Tang Jun, all sworn officers and soldiers swept through the Huns, all selflessly took the lead - perhaps the so-called Datang weather! (Probably something like the United States today, as I best in the world, who also refused to accept.) The result, five thousand elite troops wearing Jin Pao, all died on the battlefield in the North. (Fortunately, the Americans now lack the spirit.) More disturbing and sad that the bones of the dead soldiers were piled in the river with no fixed no clean up, while their wives are convinced that the distant husband is still alive, still in a dream in the affectionately call them, looking forward to one day and they'll stay.

Snow hope

Snow hope

Sunny, broad avenues, as of old noise. Gathered on the square with small groups of people leisurely enjoying the gift of nature. Cheng Luo, as past to busy high-speed, stream, open with.
Winter Solstice is over, but could not see a snow flying. The sun still hung, the cold wind raging, the street blew trash everywhere. Dust, sand, he could feel, like Journey to the West in the old monster coming to like. Heavily armed people in the street, passing by, like the plague. Withered grass garden in his head, no alternative but to let the north wind destruction, from time to time the grassroots side of the sky on a volume of loess. Looking forward to have a heavy snow falls.
Mention of snow in recent years, the largest number of last year's first snow, there were numerous goose and snow down the day and night, Durian snow look into the world dressed in white, swaying Hong Lim still be a cluster of sticks, crystal clear. After the snow is hot, white snow in the sunshine is not some charming scene. That corner eaves drip into the ice horns, choppy upside down, like a cave stalagmite. From time to time can see, full of childlike people to scoop up the snow into a variety of Snowman, and some kids Kazakhstan hands red with cold, still kept the move a snowball fight with each other; some sliding snow, accidentally, fell to the ground, still feel very happy. They piled clamor and enjoy the fun of nature left them. Roadside snow piles, cleaning and self-organized way to clear the busy people nervous.
Drove to the countryside, walking in the outskirts of the white snow, looking at a bunch of songs that leave behind the footprints of curved, not help think of a child to sing the school song: some straight, some curved, some deep and some shallow, Friends ah think about it, how to take the road of life ... ... the insights into this white world, there is nothing more romantic than snow, more poetic it? Good luck ever-changing nature, the snow is a rare human spirit, as people love fantasy, like, people want, people look forward to, people pursue.
"White plum snow for the snow but the plum's fragrance." See the snow the most beautiful times to the number of students, and students took to the park with snow. Filled the snow, the plum flower blooming wind, snow like plum, plum like snow, could not help think of cattle sunrise "When snow fell in love with plum":