The fate of Li Yu, the late ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty, was ill-fated, which was the bitterness of "just a river flowing eastward".
Tao Qian's pastoral seclusion in the Jin Dynasty was a long-lost "return to nature";
Li Qingzhao's poignant beauty in Qing Dynasty is a sigh of "how to get a sad word".
Compress one's life into classical works. Let yourself sit for a while before the flowers and under the moon, invite a breeze, raise a glass of good wine, cut a piece of white clouds, and release classical feelings.
Who says useless is a scholar? Just when the scholar was in high spirits, countless deeds of past dynasties were reflected between the lines. There are nine songs written by Qu Zidong, preface to Lanting Collection written by Wang Xizhi, in my lodge at wang chuan after a long rain written by Wang Wei in seclusion and ease, and Li Bai wandering around the world to create wine. Do you know each other before? Every word exudes fragrance, and every poem releases the deep classical feelings.
When I meet Jin Ge's iron horse, I smell the noise of secular chariots and horses. Every leaning alone in the close bamboos, and smell to drink into three people.
Every time I meet and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea, I smell white clouds full of sorrow. Every time I ask the sky about the wine, I smell it for fear of the people in the sky.
The lingering sound of history, solidified poetry, a sigh, a feeling, an inspiration and a release. Everything is all about releasing the classical feelings in the cradle.
How can Xiang Jiang be helpless but Jiangdong? Does the emperor want to dominate the nine continents? Sing, chant, sigh and cherish. Jiangdong disciples are so talented that Xiang will only cross the river, but unfortunately Xiang will dye the river with blood when he committed suicide. People are still dead, and they have been known as "death is also a ghost hero". In the vast secular world, emperors all gathered together and bowed to the world, but the end of the Qin dynasty was a portrayal of failure. Ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
Classical feelings are sorrow and bitterness. Classical feelings are joy and joy.
Classical feelings are also thoughts and sorrows. Meng Haoran's homesickness is touching, because "but how much love has the inch-long grass has won three spring splendors". Su Shi's sad feeling is weeping, "It's a pity that nothing happens in the world."
The imposing manner of "a romantic figure who rushes for gold through the ages", the lofty spirit of "an eagle hitting the sky" and the loyalty of "keeping the heart of the heart and shining on the history". The classical feeling that everything is in the cradle.
Between the dense, eternal farewell, playing a song to shake the world.
Between the dense, spring and autumn wars, resounding through a piece of sonorous voice.
Classical feelings, yes.