The book of odes

"Yan yan yu fei, yu chi his feather. Zi yu, sent to the wild."

From "the book of songs".

This is the earliest farewell poem.

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Ancient, the mountain high road, the world wide. The travelling horses were dusted off, and the men stood for a long time until the end of the mountain road. The man on the car looked up, and the tall hill in the distance suddenly appeared him, her figure, you are in the mountain, cheap jerseys, she is running with the hill. Until each other becomes a point and falls into the heart.

The greatest injury of the ancients is to leave.

It is also the initial feeling of the desert wilderness.

The poet must be from the distant past.

Only then can such an eye, infinite feeling.

No matter how often unusual, this moment, how can be difficult to give up, the feeling of the bowels.

What's more, the next sentence "look at the river," and "it's raining."

The horses were slow, and he was going to be out of sight.

Then the star was wide and wide, and how long she would stand before she could lose him to the horizon.

The wind in the mountains was quiet, and no one would disturb her, but she had taken care of the rain.

The wind in the mountains can be great, but the tears never do.

There are few people in the mountains, but the crying is sudden and low, whining, making the wind shrill, and the sound of water is cold, the flowers and flowers pale, and the birds fly. The woodcutter, the farmer who had the medicine, did not panic.

The tongue of the tongue is the cry of the devil

When it is the poet's work.

There is a rain or shine round in the month, and people are sad and dissociated.

The farewell poem has since become a special category.

"I don't know anybody, go to the brook bridge."

Compared to yan yan, zhang ziye's farewell poem, the line of sight is flat.

"Looking back on the slope of the slope, only to see the top of the hat."

The north song dynasty, the five valleys of poilong are the same, the fireworks. The top of the sky is far away, and there are no more than a few of them.

Dongbo's farewell poem is more depressed.

Poetry is more arbitrary.

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Then we see zhu xi's interpretation, focusing on a story of zhuang jiang with GUI, wen and hui.

The sad send-off poem added the background of "xian" and "DE", not knowing whether to dilute or deepen.

I don't know how it smells.

In yu guanying's poem, it is the story of wei jun's farewell to his daughter.

Not too much poetry, but also shallow.

Not enough.

I just think that all these good poems have been let down.

"Yan yan yu fei, yu chi his feather. The son of zi yu, sent to the wild.

Even if there is no background story, just look at this poem, this picture, Wholesale nfl jerseys, restore it. It's enough to make you feel, you know, empathy.

Great love is silent, and great love has no frontiers.

That's the only one. It's called make the gods cry.