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In the past, now and even in the future, people immersed in word games are like stars. I am one of the countless word players. I dare not judge the level of my writing, but since I have written the writing and some people approve it, there will be some problems: the problem of its cultural power attribute. Of course, this is not what I just thought. A few days ago, I found that some of my articles were reprinted by other websites. When I saw it, I checked it. As a result, the author was still me. I was very happy. Therefore, in the face of such a problem, I have to deploy the future direction of my words, or authorize some people. In view of people’s ulterior motives now, the situation of people with ulterior motives is not optimistic, so the first thing I want to talk about is that as a farmer without political factions, I will permanently withdraw from the legendary tide of the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, it will also declare that it has nothing to do with China’s economic and cultural development. Since I have made such a serious statement as the creator of my words, the future trend of my words should also be divided. First of all, I must absolutely declare that my words should not be manipulated directly or indirectly by anyone with political color. I prevent my words from being plundered by some characters related to politics with some magnificent excuses. That is, I don’t want it to be taken by colored politicians to engage in any political activities. In short, if my words are coveted by politicians, then those who succeed will be criminals. That is to say, my words are absolutely right to withdraw from the so-called tide of national rejuvenation and to exist independently. We also need to compete with the so-called development of China from different generations. I don’t want my products to have any connection with any politics. And next, I want to say that if anyone values my Nanshan characters, he can reprint my characters. Or publish my words. But the premise is that I must respect the originality of my words. If anyone changes my words, then the words with changes must be clearly written at the end of the text. And these people are lovers of word games all over the world, who are seniors, juniors and peers in the education field. So after writing it, I mean I have authorized my words to these people. Some people think I am joking. Now I don’t want to joke. Therefore, I declare that the date of publication of this order is when it comes into effect. If there is any violation, it is not the willingness of the person who belongs to my words. However, the consequences are not what I want. After I analyzed my past deeds, I came to a conclusion: the parents who gave birth to me and the law who raised me. Therefore, I want to make a further statement that this order is alive and dead together with the Constitution of the People’s Republic of China. That is to say, the law will perish and the law will exist. As an insignificant character player on the earth, I have no right to maintain the future direction of my characters. However, I hereby warn that anyone without my authorization is illegal. Hope Qing Qing. At the end of the article, I want to say that where the Constitution of the People’s Republic of China is effective, my order is also effective. This order is also invalid where it is not bound by the Constitution. But at the end, I emphasized again in summary that my words and my permanent withdrawal from the tide of China’s economic development had nothing to do with the so-called national rejuvenation, what’s more, it has nothing to do with political signboards like dreams. And all of this will never change without my written publicity without absolute maintenance of my power. Look at my writer, witness the whole story!

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Life joy: meet old, wedding night, jinbangtiming. When this piece of advertisement appeared on the TV, it was dusk. Five of us were drinking here. We didn’t know how many rounds we had. All of us got drunk. After listening to the advertisement broadcast by CCTV, Lao Yan turned up a pair of drunk eyes and said, “Life is joyful. I know that what I met in other places is the enemy who took over my wife. See you happy? After listening to the nonsense of the old election, we all burst into laughter. Shen, who was born in college, smiled and said to Lao Yan, “You can’t spit out your Ivory. It was originally the joy of getting together with your good friends. However, when you came to pick up the Dragon casually, you turned into an enemy who was particularly jealous. Shen said again that the original poem was such a long drought that met Ganlin, met old friends in other places, and at the wedding night, it was the best time to be on the list. My thoughts tend to be more romantic about the old knowledge of meeting in other places. When he or she met in other places, he was affectionate to her, she intended to him, and suffered from long-time lovesickness. At the moment of meeting, he hadn’t married, nor did she, fate continues in other places. You came! You came! In the slanting drizzle, the two hearts of the sea swallow holding the red rope, the shadow of the clouds falling down on the Heart Lake ,,, wandering and bitter, etc. became eternal at an unexpected moment when they met each other. Shen Ha’s voice: It’s interesting to think about this sentence from the old election. Shen also said to me and Hewei: I will take the rest three poems with you to change it from joy to sorrow? Wei Dao: I’m not interested in you playing. I smiled and said: Have a try. Shen Dao, let me answer the first sentence: long drought, flood and flood. Raise my head, I answer the fourth sentence: The A- level wanted criminal on the Internet at the time of the gold list title. Shen and Yang smiled and said to me, “wind, you take the wedding ceremony at night. I know that they are deliberately embarrassing me. These two guys are both happy. But it left me, the fifth son of the King, a wedding night. I blurted out: when the wedding night is full of flowers and candles, where will you die. In fact, the inspiration of this sentence I wrote in Jielong is from a Cantonese song “Emperor Flower”. The four joys of life, we pick up the Dragon out of the four sorrows of life, it is also very interesting to read. After a long drought, when it comes to the flood of Ganlin, the enemy who knows how to seize his wife knows how to get married. The most wanted criminal of Grade A on the Internet at the time of death and death. The spring rain is as expensive as oil. After a long time, how is the interpretation of the two words sad and bitter. “Imperial Flower” starts with two sentences: Fallen Flowers cover the sky with moonlight, borrow a cup and recommend it to Fengtai. What a fascinating season it is, the season when butterfly bees fly on April in the world, and the season full of vitality everywhere. However, the process is heartbreaking, which makes people unable to regain the patch. However, compared with the man who loves her beloved, this woman’s insistence on love can not be compared with the state of love. Looking secretly, I was half terrified. I was afraid that the Prince would cherish the marriage between the Emperor and the Emperor. I was not willing to sacrifice my love to accompany me to Linquan. The daughter of the Emperor, how much can she pay for her true love on earth? Can’t let people give birth to a big greeting? At this time of death, she was not lucky that she had a lover who was devoted to herself, but she became suspicious. Was she a lover in heaven? Isn’t it connected in the ground? The strong selfishness has to make people sigh with emotion and sadness: make a new house in the tomb of the wedding Cup, and wait for thousands of years to sing and praise the Prince on the Lingtai. When love is strong, what remains in the eyes is the advantages of lovers! For love, when love is strong, who will take care of others’ mistakes, all moral bottom lines can be abandoned, and who has the heart to take care of the praise after a thousand years? Infamy? As for the man, her lover is really a Dangdang gentleman: I hope that I can be buried together, and it is difficult for couples to drink arsenic for the consort at night,,,,,, pass the Gold Cup and slowly swallow and taste it. After the poisonous wine passes through the heart, what sits in my heart is not the Buddha, but the Yan Ruan Yu who makes my heart sway. The man endured the huge pain of the poisonous wine which was twisted into the intestines and bit into the belly, swallowed slowly and tasted the poisonous wine lightly. He just wanted to extend even a little time in the Yang world. For nothing else, he just wanted to see your Jade face for a while! I am afraid that the river of forgotten rivers in the hell is not easy to swim. For love! How refined and unrestrained men are. Compared with the infatuated men and women who are piled up by flowery words nowadays, is this love? It gives people the feeling of opening the door and stepping on a pile of shit. This woman is lucky, so is her husband. However, this poem can interpret a miniature of life. Long drought flood is a picture meet old enemy is acting wedding night bereavement dream surprised jinbangtiming when wanted is novel young puffed up. The scheming in middle age. All struggles and demands, people’s understanding in the twilight years, as the Buddha said: Everything is like a dream. Life is short and long, in which joy and sorrow are always needed and must be experienced. After tasting the sweet, sour and bitter taste, everything will return to peace and peace. 2013.6.12

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Chen Xiaoqi, a famous songwriter in our country, graduated from Chinese department of Sun Yat-sen University in 1982. He began to write songs the next year and nearly 2,000 works were published, among them, the sound of the waves is still trilogy (the sound of the waves is still still “,” deep white clouds “and” Bashan night rain “), and later there are” fireworks March “and so on. His works are elegant, ethereal and have profound cultural deposits, based on Tang poetry, he deepened it and adapted it into modern lyrics, making these Tang poems bring out new lives. A few days ago, Lao Bai tried to analyze Mr. Chen Xiaoqi’s “The Sound of the waves is still the same”, “fireworks in March” and “deep in white clouds”. My online friends gave me a lot of encouragement, and Lao Bai was deeply encouraged, now let’s continue to write the fourth article of this series. In the late Tang dynasty, Li Shangyin, who was called Xiao Li in the field of poetry, wrote a song named “sending the rain to the north at night”. The original text: When you asked about the date of return, the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. He Dang cut the candle in the west window, but when it was raining at night. Translated into modern poetry, that is: Alas, I can’t answer the date when you return home, I feel deeply disappointed. Now, hope of reunion among friends patter, guest house outside qiu chi water rise. When can we cut lights and candles under the west window to express our love, and recall the loneliness and desolation in the rain of Bashan guest house together… autumn rain is continuous, autumn night is long, lonely and desolate place, the sadness of poet’s life, the feeling of wandering and the feeling of missing are just like the rain in Bashan Mountain at night. The Autumn Water in the pool is pattering and overflowing in my heart. Writing at this point, the bitter autumn wind and rain seemed to have soaked the back of the paper, cold into the bone marrow. However, the poet changed his writing style at this moment: he Dang cut the candle in the west window, but when it was raining at night. A warm and romantic picture immediately replaced the miserable wind and rain just now. And the night rain of Bashan Mountain here is in my imagination, pulling away into a faint memory the misty and cold autumn night, as if only to foil the swaying red candle under the west window; The rain of Bashan Mountain, it seemed that it was only accompanied by the whispers in the ears at this time. The same Bashan night rain instantly became so tender and memorable. Happiness may be like this. It needs comparison and reflection. The hardship of living here today will show the joy of Reunion in the future. In what modern people often say, it is to think hard and sweet. After all, Mr. Chen Xiaoqi is the leader of the producer of Lingnan school in the mainland music circle. Under his writing, this Tang poem is composed into a modern version of song “Bashan night rain”, with slight sadness floating on the tone of Bashan night rain. When is my return date? I can’t answer you after repeated inquiries. The distance is a dream, tomorrow is a mystery, I don’t know whether to cry for me tonight. Raise your face by candlelight. The faint smile has become a historic site for thousands of years. Sadness is a pot of wine, confusion is a game of chess. I only know that there is no rain from Bashan in other places. The plank road built for many years continues in my heart, and I always think of home as a kind of eternal beauty for many years. The western window that cannot be pushed open, the autumn pool that Zhang discontent, and the endless cutting are still your tenderness. In the past, Li Shangyin wrote a love poem to his wife who was far away from the north, while Chen Xiaoqi extended it and recombined these beautiful and slightly sad words such as Bashan, night rain, autumn pool, West window and candlelight, become a song to miss home and relatives and friends. The distance is a dream, and tomorrow is a mystery. Do the wandering people who are wandering outside often feel the sadness and mixed with some happiness? I only know that there is no rain from Bashan in other places. The complaints and nagging of relatives, when they talked to each other thousands of miles away, did they become different, moved or helpless? It is still your tenderness that keeps cutting. Perhaps only the parties themselves can truly understand the flavor. Raise your face by candlelight. The faint smile has become a historic site for thousands of years. When we can have this moment of peace, what else do we want to expect? Embracing each other in the butterfly love flower, was such a gathering not happy? What is the pain of loneliness and Lovesickness in the past? I remember when I was a middle school student, I saw a movie named “Bashan night rain”, which tells the story of the poet Qiu Shi who was imprisoned for 6 years during the period when the Gang of Four was rampant, under the escort of Liu Wenying, he secretly boarded the cruise ship from Chongqing to Wuhan. Outside the ship were green mountains, green waters and beautiful scenery, while on the ship were joys, sorrows and various kinds of life. There were apricot flowers for rural girls who sold themselves to pay debts, and some old ladies who came to Chuanjiang to pay tribute to the old ladies who lost their sons, and slip on board dong qiao xi kan little girl night rain, apricot drowned himself. Qiu Shi saved apricot flowers. Finally, with everyone’s help, Qiu Shi went ashore in Yichang with his daughter and walked to the sunny mountain road. Decades have passed. Since the construction of the Three Gorges Dam, the Yangtze river full of fast-flowing rocks has become the memory of yesterday. The Picture of the river wheel flying through the waves in “Bashan night rain” appears to be more and more distant. The danger of the storm hitting the shore in the rain at that night can only be said as a story now. Bashan Mountain in ancient poetry refers to the land of Bashu. Lao Bai has never traveled to Bashu. Of course, it is difficult to truly experience the charm of Bashan Mountain’s rain at night. Then, Lao Bai will tell the feelings in the rain in other cities to make up for the feelings of Bashan night rain. In the autumn of 2004, my colleagues and I came to Lijiang Ancient city together. At that time, October was the rainy season in Lijiang, and basically it rained every day. It came and went quickly. It rained when a cloud passed by, and it cleared up immediately after the day. The rain in Lijiang is simply straight down. It rains on the flagstone road, and the flagstone is very smooth and clean. For local people, when it comes to rainy season, they don’t want to do anything leisurely. For US tourists, we can’t go anywhere even when it rains. Looking out through the wooden window, we can see the Willow with silk hanging in the hazy rain curtain, and the ancient waterwheel beside the small streams in the streets and lanes, or just walk out of the house, sit on the balcony of the inn, and watch the rain line flowing down the eaves, which is a scenery. The feeling of rain is so cool. Old bai shi: autumn rain streets net dust-free, Millennium Lijiang Naxi people. Plateau Suzhou attracts tourists, Dongba culture is naive. (See Xiaowen “autumn rain in Lijiang ancient city”) in the middle of September, 2009, I went to Dalian to study with my peers. I also met the autumn rain. Under the colorful umbrellas, the rain was misty and crowded, old Hundred Poems said: the little rain in September is as thin as cotton, washing the noisy world. Natural fun walking tour, bathing in autumn in Dalian. But in the evening, the slight drizzle had a different scenery. The prosperity of the night became more hazy and sorrowful. The light and shadow reflected through the rain line would make people more intoxicated. Let that coastal pearl add some romantic colors. Lao Bai continued his poem: The rain was hazy and the night was not stopped, and countless colored lights slept with stars. (See Xiaowen’s “North Pearl Dalian”) the most memorable thing was that at the end of September 2010, I went to Xiamen National Accounting Institute for further study, which was a modern, intelligent and Garden campus with international level, there was a lot of rain in Xiamen near the sea. When I was alone in the bed at midnight, or when I was looking through the manuscript under the light in front of the desk, the rain was drizzling outside the window, and the rain hit the plantain, very explicit silence. Listening to the ticking sound, I was intoxicated in the world of rain, recalling the stories of the past. The years were like smoke, like dreams, illusory. But in the morning, the rain stopped again. Walking out of the dormitory, I felt that the rain washed away the dirt of all things and even washed the soul. This wonderful feeling can last for several days, Lao Bai impromptu poems: Xiao Yue, the sea breeze is sparse and the rain is light, and the Water Pavilion and mountain flowers are drunk. (See Xiaowen “Xiamen National Accounting Institute”). As for missing in the rain, Lao Bai once had it when he was young. Of course, I certainly couldn’t compare with Mr. Chen Xiaoqi’s wonderful writing. I just wrote the feeling of losing love. The name of the poem is tears and rain. Every time at dusk with tears, it seems that someone calls my name in the light rain and misses you in the shadow of rain rhyme. When tears and rain are pouring down, I will find a beautiful book, rush into the rain curtain to pursue you, indulge my pity and chew a sentimental life sadly. The moment I saw me, tears rolled over your black eyelashes and dyed your bright flower dynasty. You said you didn’t know where to throw your heart. I don’t blame you. Let me watch your moving lips and listen to your bitter sufferings.

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This is a strange job. Many people are in their positions but outside them. Most of them work part-time, stepping on two boats while doing their own main jobs to survive, on the other hand, we need to develop with arty and elegance, pretending to be a poet. For example, some netizens on the Internet now saw dogs biting people on the roadside. On a whim, the poem was published online: people don’t commit dogs, dogs don’t commit criminals, and if people commit them, dogs will bite them. In the future, this emperor regarded himself as a poet, and he was the one who opened his mouth and closed his mouth to everyone. His sour strength was comparable to that of immature apricot, and it was not illegal to sour others’ big teeth. Only a few people make a living by poetry, holding the thigh of writers association, get a Idle job, pay monthly, hand in their works monthly, and regard writing poems as a task assigned by their superiors. But even so, it is still difficult to support the family, so poets often write novels with a guest appearance. After all, nowadays novels are stars in various literary themes, and holding a star’s thigh is more profitable than writing a bunch of sour poems. In today’s society, everything can be bought and sold, which can be marked as commodity and put in the window or hung on the Internet for sale. Isn’t there a song called love buying and selling? Love can be bought and sold, let alone others. Poetry is sold by no one, because there is no market, no one buys it, and naturally it cannot be sold. Buying poems is not enough to wear them as decorations to show off. Hanging in the living room is not as elegant as antique calligraphy and painting. Therefore, poets can’t make a living by selling poems, just like they can’t solve food and clothing by drinking northwest wind. Therefore, poets should be poor but not poor. How many business tycoons and dignitaries have been created by market economy, can’t they extend an olive branch to poets unless they are determined to be lofty, I would rather be a poor man with full spirit and skinny body than put down my bad airs. I would rather call myself a fairy in the artistic conception of poetry than fall down to the waist for three or five bucket of rice, I don’t want to give in to the things outside my body that I don’t want to bring death or take away. Therefore, in addition to the victims, there are also poets among the starving ghosts. There are many kinds of poets, some of whom care about the sufferings of Li people. For example, Du Fu, a great poet, can still make thousands of rooms in Guangsha when he has no residence, A large number of people in the world who were in a cold state were crying happily for the sufferings of others. This kind of great benevolence and righteousness was really admirable; There were also people who didn’t care about the world, such as Tao Yuanming in Jin Dynasty, who hid himself in Sangtian, chasing the leisure life like an ideal paradise, occasionally picking chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, or going to the temple to chat with the old monk, it is really leisurely. Most ancient poets have their own political ideals. When they were young, they were vigorous and wanted to show their ambitions by fighting all kinds of battles. However, the officialdom was gloomy and corrupt, and they fought fiercely openly and secretly, it is difficult for Han Xuan to be a poet because of his unique lofty and integrity, so he retreated to be a good person, and said that he did not bend his waist for the five-bucket rice, and kept working with corrupt officials and officials, so as to make the poet’s face undamaged. In ancient times, imperial examination only took articles, which was beneficial to poets. However, the examination of civil servants now is not only about superficial articles, but also about deep articles, your background and economic conditions, which are exactly the shame of poets, in these days, who wrote poems with family wealth and power? Poor and poor, because of poor, they became sour. Therefore, the cut-off of this road makes poets become wild ghosts, full of ambitions can not be stretched, only in the poem is angry, in the poem to greet, maybe I can really write some good poems angrily. Painters are often easy to recognize, with long hair and shoulders, bright eyes and glitter, traveling around with easel, with the breath of vagrants and artists. Although poets and painters both belong to those who work hard for art, painters pay more attention to their own costumes, while poets seem casual. Neglect your own fields and leave them barren. They devoted all their energy to capturing inspiration. However, the butterfly of inspiration was not always available, so the poet waited for it. If he couldn’t do it, he would moan a few words without illness, fell in love with the floor, and expressed his sorrow for creating new words. Maybe the Muse loves to travel at night. After capturing this information, the poet will fall out in the daytime, just like a mouse, making the words sound in the dead of night. Sometimes they woke up from their sleep in the middle of the night, drawing out paper and pen to record the moment they met Muse in their dreams; Sometimes they didn’t come back all night, looking for rich inspiration from young women.

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