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Ancient China, one for writers, would have no adequate concept. The prominent civil, rather than in official circles in the text, their side as a scholar in the official view is not enough. But things strangely, when the crown Bo Mindanao into the mud with scattered long after, a bamboo pen scrawling the poetry occasionally, can escape engraved mountains and rivers, Carve the people, and never roam.
I have affinity, river boat in the evening looking over Baidicheng, up against the rich aroma of autumn frost boarded over the Yellow Crane Tower, also a touch of the Hanshan winter. Around me, the head a large pool, the hearts of most people almost have echoed the first TV drama do not have to quote a few poems. People from either the King, more Laixun poetry. These poems, they will be able to recite a child. Children's imagination, a sincere and realistic. Therefore, these cities, these buildings, the Temple, built as early as in the heart itself. Until older, when they had just realized that there is enough time to leg muscles, will be held to their places had a heavy debt, parched land looking forward to the poetic field Ta Fang. To childhood, to history, for many reasons can not explain in words. Sometimes, this parched, almost like looking for the lost homeland, to visit relatives separated.
literary magic, a world can escape the huge rare corner of the home into the hearts of everyone. Pathetic in their faded, what exactly hidden spell it?
Today, I directed that Wang Wei's first Before proceeding to the old man in the county where he was staying asking, the answer is: Do not go by this suffering.
a little out of town, is the desert. In addition to a vast white, nothing, not even a wrinkle to be found. Not to hurry in, and always want each section to find a goal for himself, staring at a tree [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in time past, and then staring at a stone, in time past. Here, open eyes can not see pain in his eyes a target, even a dead leaf, a black point. As a result, had to look up days. Never seen such a complete day, little has not been swallowed, the edge is quite show the whole show, and tight to the earth Zaza had a tight cover. Such, the genius called days. There is such a day, to be called to. In such a world of walking by herself, has become a giant dwarf. Herself in such a world of walking, the giant has become a dwarf.
actually sunny day, the wind stopped, the sun very well. I did not expect snow in the desert so fast, only a moment, the ground has been stained see the sandy bottom, and no wet marks. Streaks of smoke wafting slowly trace the horizon, not moving, but in the deepening doubt a long while [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], only to find it was just a ridge of snow.
uneven ground has become a shocking lay out, there may be only an understanding: that all is far in the graves.
here have been very far away from the county, not the General Assembly to become the city's burial place. These graves are the snow erosion, and collapse due to age, skinny depression, apparently never been sweeping. Why are so many are so dense arrangement have it? Could only have an understanding: here is an ancient battlefield. I have boundless
tomb in the marginal loss before the trip, mind emerges out of Eliot's Here is the Chinese history and the wilderness: the horseshoe rain, thunder cry, such as the injection of blood. Central Plains mother's white hair, Jason Jiang Gui's distance, Hunan juvenile night crying children. Under the hometown farewell Liuyin, staring eyes of the angry general, the flag fluttering in the north wind. With a smoke, and a burst of smoke and dust are released into the atmosphere away. I believe that the dead are for the moon when the temporary death of the north enemy positions; and I believe they want to come back at the last minute, to the familiar and bet a vision. So they fell distorted, turned into a sand.
this sand-like stars, I wonder if there is no historian who in exchange for the half-line ink? Historian who climbed over a piece of the voluminous, therefore, this land also has a layer of deeply buried. Twenty-five Histories mountains, writing articles in the wilderness on the page still is more glorious, because here, after all, is the ancient Kingdom of remote areas, long charged with defending the mission of Chinese territory. Therefore [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the sand has also stand in a more comfortable, these articles are also rushing sound of pages. As the cold monotony of the land, as appears in the northwest border of the historical proposition is relatively simple. China is different in the Central Plains, the mountain heavy water, flowers and shade cover, time of the maze makes the most sober-minded Zhang De fainted, bell Drum sound is always like that secretive and cynical. There, not so extravagant Taitailielie open sand, all in the heavy beauty of the doldrums, many do not know why Yuanhun died, only to dive underground bitterly depressed. Unlike here, to bare the legacy of a book cover dried, I used to hurry the pace of the 20th century stroke.
far has been the leaves. Hurriedly rush, there is water under the trees, sand has also been high and low slope ramp. Ascended a slope, I looked up and saw the mountain not far off the mound on a shortage, I intuitively believe, this is the sun off.
tree Yulai means more houses began to appear. This is the important pass which, Tunzha military forces of the land, can not do without this number. Turn number of turns, then straight on a Shapo, climbed under the mound, looking, close by is a monument, inscribed
This is a high ground overlooking the vast expanse. Mighty miles northwest wind, toward the surface, the staggered a few steps, had just stopped. Pin is stopped, but clearly hear the voice of their chattering teeth, the nose must be immediately frozen red's. Oh, one heat to the palm of your hand, cover your ears bouncing hard several times, before he settled down, eyes open. The snow here is not of course, not of. The so-called ancient site, it has no trace, only the vicinity of the beacon is still, and this is just to see the mound in the following. Mound has been more than half collapse, you can see layers of sediment, layers of reed, reed flying out in the cold after the millennium jitter. Northwest mountains now have snow plot, layer upon layer Straight Open sky. Any standing here who will feel they are standing on the rocks by the sea, the mountains, all Ice cold wave.
Wang gentle to the extreme it is. For such a Yang Guan, his pen still does not reveal the sharp end of the color of horror, but only lingering elegant writes: Green is the Willow green, looked good friends have packed their bags smiled and held up the jug. Another drink it, outside of Yang Guan, can not find a way to talk about an old friend of the drink. This wine, a friend must not refuse, drained of.
This is Chinese style. Most of them do not shed tears lament, the Executive sleeve of a robe discouraged. They look far more freely, their way of life is widely spread. Goodbye is often, walking is putting up the. This style of Li Bai and Gao, Cen, where the more increases heroic glow. In the north and south of the ancient statues, the Chinese saw statues can be identified, then physical fitness, looking so calm, so confident look. In Europe to see the Mona Lisa's smile, you can immediately feel confident that Tian Ran belongs to those who truly medieval nightmare of waking up, take on the road Tingyou artists. Chinese Statues smile, only a more calm, more serene. In Europe, these artists have for quite a while shaking to naughty, stubborn to put a smile piped into the history of the soul. Who can calculate things they occur many years after the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty, but not to its long extension of the artist's self-confidence. Yang Guan wind and snow, actually becoming more and more chilling.
Wang poetry and painting them registering a must, Lessing and other Western philosophers have repeatedly discussed the boundaries of poetry and painting, he can with the foot in and out of. However, Chang's palace, only to artists opened a small side door, allowing them to bend into the room as cowardly attendants, to create a little entertainment. Awe awe-inspiring history of the elderly, turned away, trembling again towards the Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the venture. Here, too sudden, the situation does not require artistic, not the United States are too deep sustenance.
So, Kyushu style along with a heavy heart. Yang Guan, no longer difficult to enjoy the warm alcohol verse. West of Yang Guan literati still there, but most of the drop becomes official demoted.
Even the mound, is the fortress, but also could not bear so much sighing breath, relax Yang Guan collapse, and collapse the spirit of relaxation in the territory of a nation. It eventually became a ruin, and eventually became a wasteland. Behind him, waves of sand grave, the body before the peak, such as cold waves. No one can imagine, here, a thousand years ago, has verified the splendor of life, his art of the Hong wide.
here, there should be several more dressed and bamboo flute, the sound very beautiful, muddy and with nature, breathtaking wins. Unfortunately, they later became the soldiers of the sad heart sounds. Since a nation can not bear to hear, they will disappear into the north wind.
nakedness, the time is getting late. Afraid to even snow.
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