Tang poetry

In the past, I wanted to be a free and uninhibited literati and inker, standing in the middle of the feather cloth, alone in the flowers, watching the flying geese in the light rain, and the green willow in the smoke, the ink brush is more charming, but I wanted to leave my own rhyme short and taste long on the gorgeous brocade of the Song Dynasty; In the past, also want to learn easy easy soft and gentle, as appropriate pieces of glass of green wine, can be filled with tears from the people, books between man song light song, can be Tao all eternity.

As everyone knows, belonging to the Tang poetry Song Ci season, the hundred Ou passion blooming spring, but now quietly disappeared, to replace it, is like autumn Xiao ser and desolate modern society, all good things long ago like dead leaves quietly floating down.

The development of the history of human development, the advent of the digital era, that a beautiful season, has long been extracted into a shallow thin shadow, deposited in the book scrolls. Painless Jun galloping, fast but hand computer mouse a little light; Green wax like candles, bright but high-rise buildings red wine green. Behind and behind, are in a hurry to work; Open and close your eyes, all the green and red index numbers, the pace of life is accelerating at a jaw-dropping rate. The present generation has transformed itself into a can of fruit on a production line, devoid of character, devoid of emotion, merely mechanically and rapidly moving towards the end. Where should the silk string sound, dance flying lightly Qixi night, who will continue to look at the fiber cloud dark crossing? Ink into ash, acacia disaster, in the hatred of love and hatred casually shed today, will continue to have which woman, "and shame walk, leaning on the door to look back, but the plum smell"?

This is also a time when the impulse is full of life, looking back on the reinforced concrete forest, as scary as autumn. Everyone's heart is bound, lost in the pursuit of fame and fortune, but lament the beautiful scenery of the day is empty, the road is difficult. However, who is willing to change the floating name for shallow pieces of low singing? And who is open-minded, a smoke rain Ren life? Too much right and wrong and enmity cut constantly disorder, disorder, everyone is confused and confused every day, where can also use incomparable text, write a thousand turns but clear still mood?

Contemporary people's boredom and ignorance, like the pine branches after the dead leaves, insipid. Still remember Zhang Chao "Ghost" in the words: "because of snow to Gao Shi, because of flowers to beauty, because of wine to heroes, because of months to friends, because of landscape scenery to spring poetry", and contemporary people have long been used to "because of snow to congestion, because of flowers to start a business, because of wine to media public relations, because of month to Star Wars, because of landscape scenery to economic development zone approval." And the beautiful sentences that cast the aura of the landscape and the clear sound of the world, that kind of rhythm intended to write first and the rhythm of God's words, have long been zero completed mud as dust, and hidden in the spring water in the sky; The OARS of LAN boats are long gone alone in the thousand-mile smoky Chujiang River.

Looking back in the middle, ten million lively has been dyed, only a simple autumn.