Shallow chanting and whispering at the end of the pen | it turns out that copying (reciting) poems can be so beautiful.

Shallow chanting and whispering at the end of the pen | it turns out that copying (reciting) poems can be so beautiful.

Let us let the beauty flow from the tip of the pen in a stroke and a restrain; in the flat tone, the soul of epiphany poetry is true.

our study of poetry usually begins with reading, and then gradually touches the comfort of words and ink through the sensitivity of words. We often see people copy poems, write words, read scriptures and print words in moments, and say to cultivate the mind. Maybe we have realized that life should slow down at the right time to realize the beauty of time.


 which poem excites you when you think of it? Which poem makes you recite it silently when you think of it? Which paragraph contains the nostalgia from the bottom of your heart? In the recent topic activity of Douban # copying ancient poetry #, crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon's Do you have written a few ancient ideas that move people's hearts, and come to watch--

"May you pick more of it and wear it. This is the best way to forgive your feelings." -- Wang Wei's "Red beans"

Love is an unabated topic from ancient times to the present. Day after day, year after year, lovesickness is always unstoppable.

in the face of the distant future, Acacia is hard to give up because of "endless blood and tears throwing red beans". In the face of self-defense, Acacia is a long-cherished wish of "Guan and singing waterfowl, living on the sandbar in the river". In the face of gathering less and leaving more, Acacia is an inexhaustible new and old grudge.


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how to solve the problem? Looking at the moon and Taiyuan

"the moonrise is not easy, but it is difficult to be a bureaucrat. I feel comfortable and tired, and my heart is quiet. " The moonrise of the Book of songs

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the joys and sorrows of people, the ups and downs of the moon, it is always difficult to be perfect. I only wish that at this moment I can bring my best wishes to my dearest ones.

release your melancholy mood, live freely and easily in the present moment, throw yourself into the embrace of nature, enjoy the breeze, White Dew, mountains, running water, and the beauty of the sky, and sit and watch the wine as a song, the geometry of life!


how to solve the problem? Cailian Dujiu

"scramble for a ferry, stir up a pool of gulls and herons." Li Qingzhao's "always remember the Twilight of the Creek Pavilion"

it's getting late and the snow is getting thicker. Would you like to come to my humble house to have a glass of warm wine and help me drive away from the loneliness of living alone for a long time? Don't refuse anymore, you and I are swaying each other, and this time we don't know when we will meet.

remember that time in the pavilion next to the stream until the sun was dusk, indulging in the beautiful scenery and forgetting the way home? The beauty of the night always makes people forget their hometown, so don't worry. Although it is getting late, there is still a bright moon shining in the sky; even if the flowers wither and fall, there are still lush green pines.


  how to solve the problem?      "the waves are full of heroes." Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortals rolling east of the Yangtze River"

there is no need to contend with right and wrong, success or failure, but only stay for a moment. You should expect it. Only Castle Peak exists all the time, and the daily sunrise and sunset remain the same, and the so-called troubles through the ages are just materials for wine chat.

what's more, between heaven and earth, all things have their masters, and even if they don't have what they should have, they can't take a penny. Today, if you can hold a glass of wine in the talk and laughter, adhere to a quiet and indifferent, is not also very comfortable?

A sentence of beautiful and moving ancient poetry, sad and compassionate stories, the immigrant people have left us with a moving chapter with their poetic and book-like talent. Let us let the beauty flow from the tip of the pen in a stroke and a restrain; in the flat tone, the soul of epiphany poetry is true.