Recently, news about the loss of Malaysia Airlines MH370 was overwhelming. People all over the world were paying attention to the 239 fresh lives on the plane. However, there were suddenly Amazing Discoveries on the Internet, li Bai, a poet in the flourishing Tang Dynasty, had predicted this event. He once wrote a poem named Ma Teng: Ma Teng drove auspicious clouds and sailed to kuohai County. Lost in Penglai Pavilion, no trace can be found. The first character in this poem was actually the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines. What was more important was that Li Bai told us where the plane was and connected the last character of the poem, which was the search of Yunjun pavilion! Can Li Bai really predict the myth of up to five thousand years? Speaking of this, Mr. Baixian turned the topic to another poem of Li Bai which was once popular on the Internet six years ago: the mountains and blue boats are small at dusk, and there is no sunset clouds and clear springs. Last year, the fate of Ye Luo was determined, but the dead water and the rippling people died. Reading the eight characters at the beginning and end implies that Japan will die and Koizumi will die. This poem was indeed the ambition of the Chinese people, just like shooting anti-Japanese dramas in Hengdian, which made the Japanese devils die. However, is this really Li Bai’s poem? When we read carefully, we will find that not only the poetry is vague, but also the rhyme is not pressed. Therefore, there are some real people who read the complete works of Li Bai’s poems all over, but they can’t find this poem, which is really a false work! Not only is it not Li Bai’s works, but also other poets in Tang dynasty have no such words. But Tang dynasty poet Liu Changqing’s circumstantial element are “has one ri mu cang shan far, Tian Han White House poor. It is close to this, but there is no connection. Since this poem was a false work, several years later, Japan’s political leaders changed from Koizumi to ansui. Of course, it will be modified at will. ri mu cang shan lan zhou ann, no falling clouds with Qing times. Last year, the fate of Ye Luo was determined, but the dead water and the rippling people died. Reading the eight characters at the beginning and end of the poem together implies the meaning of Japan going to die and accompanying to die. The author is really talented! It is a pity that these poems are just in the name of Li Bai and in the form of ancient poems. His original intention was to insult the Japanese, but Lao Bai thought it was a self-humiliation, and also an insult to our cultural classics and great poets. Our great motherland is the country of poetry; While Tang poetry is the golden age in the development history of our poetry. In the poetry circle of the flourishing Tang Dynasty, thousands of peaks competed to show off, while Li Bai and Du Fu were the two strange peaks rising from the ground to the sky. (See Li Bai’s poetry appreciation) Lao Bai still remembered that in 2001, after Zhao Wei wore the clothes of the Japanese national flag, it caused public indignation, and some audience threw shit to him, at that time, someone made comments on this matter under the guise of famous verses such as Li Bai and Du Fu. Among them: Li Bai: Peach Blossom manure is thousands of feet deep, which is not as deep as the audience’s love of splashing Wei. Li Bai: Do not you see, of the Yellow River shit heaven, pour on Zhao Wei never comes again. Du Fu: Andhra shit tens basin, splash Zhao Wei World natural smile. Seeing these famous sayings sung through the ages being ruined, I can’t help making people angry! Dignified Chinese, up and down wu cemni, cultural context endless, from ancient times liyizhibang called, For world exemplar, and. However, if we don’t cherish our own cultural traditions, but smear them like this, in the name of the Ancients, it is exactly the biggest insult to the country to the nation. On the contrary, it is even more despised by Japanese. Lao Bai recalled a representative of Chinese black humor again, which was the earliest source of SARS popular during SARS Ten years ago. He said that there had been a prediction in the records of the three kingdoms that when Cao Cao was attacked secretly by Soochow, fortunately, a fierce general Dian Wei gave his life to protect him. Cao Cao cried loudly after he escaped from danger: SARS, my life is over! Now, let’s look back at the poem “Malaysia Airlines missing”. Lao Bai also carefully checked the poems beginning with Ma in Li Bai’s poetry collection, but he only saw five: 1, horse foot rising side Stone “North upward” 2. Horse like a horse practicing “giving WU 17 e” 3. Horse color is different “King horse yellow” 4, ma xingbian grass green “send Bai Li to the West from Jin Wu Dong general expedition” 5. Ma Shou fan Huangpi “find fan Jushi in the north of Lu City lost the road and found Fan Zhi Wine pick gray ear” can be speculated from this, this poem was still made up by some people with ulterior motives, and its purpose was to make a fool of Li Bai’s mouth, so as to grandstand. To be serious, it is rumor spreading, which affects social stability. In fact, if you like this kind of weird and chaotic thing that provides people in the market with talk after dinner, then there are also people on the internet who continue to spread the so-called prophecy in the Tibetan poem “Malaysia Airlines missing. Horse go blue waves River, track cai yun jian, aphasia temporary Yuanwang, trace like female immortal. (Dou Bi, the general of the Eastern Han Dynasty) the horse’s hoof was covered with grass green, the ship was covered with water in Dongting Lake, and he was drunk without saying a word, and the track also stopped. (Taoist priest ruozhi of Ming Dynasty) the horse went out of Baishazhou and sailed through Yueyang Tower. The hoofter monster fished the old man, and the trace was hidden flying gulls. (Yu Chun, a scholar of the Republic of China) all of the above are literary games, and don’t really regard them as prophecy myths.

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At the end of the day, I got up in the car in the scenery beside the river. After washing, I stretched myself, thinking that the New Year’s Day would be over and all the holidays would be off. It was time for me to have a good rest. I went to the deserted office alone. It’s clean. Today is mine! I can enjoy the office network alone, read books, surf the Internet, and complete some unfinished commitments. But today’s tranquility was broken. Because of a phone call from someone who had nothing to do with me, my good mood suddenly vanished and vanished. At noon, I went to mantenin with my son Xiong Jian and went to sit quietly. I wanted to listen to music with my son. I didn’t say anything and didn’t want anything. I tasted the fragrant mantenin coffee, while silently watching the bamboo swaying in the wind outside the window, I sat in a daze like this, but because of a WeChat, I couldn’t calm down any more. Alone, in the car, wandering far away, half of China has traveled all over. In the hot summer, colorful autumn and cold winter, I drove slowly. I have been to many places in the wind and rain, in the hot sun and in the cold wind, I have seen the clear water in the mountains and the broken clouds flying slowly on the mountainside, the foggy cities and thousands of window lights that have nothing to do with me constantly blink; The rising sun in the mist of rice fields in the plain morning, the lines of gentle and elegant wild goose array with proud wings are so beautiful that the rising sun is suffocating; The Yangtze River, Yellow River, Huai River Canal, vast waves of smoke, and countless cargo ships, ships and boats come and go leisurely; Hangzhou, Suzhou, Yangzhou, xijing, Nanjing, Tianjin, countless good scenery, countless traffic and people; Taihu Lake, West Lake, Crescent Lake, Jinan Lake, how many long mornings and nights, the Sun, the moon, the stars, the silver light on the water surface blown by the breeze; Heavy rain, light rain, beating my car, washing my way, and my oppressed heart which was about to explode. Along the flood dike of Yangtze River, it is winding from Zhangjiagang to Shanghai, While driving and watching the clouds, we arrived at the unknown island in the East China Sea. The pure blue cloudless sky was in the strong wind of Level 9, and countless stars were full of clear night sky. Originally, I wanted to take off all the fig leaf beside the boundless sea, beat my chest barefoot and naked, dance and dance with tears, split my lungs, burst into tears, cry and scold, but when I came to sit beside the sea, I was speechless and tearless; Only the sea breeze shook my car, as if comforting my wounded wandering soul. I took out a box of cigarettes and pressed them on the beach with stones. I lost myself after smoking one by one. The scenery was so beautiful and so beautiful. Why should I come here? Should I bother myself like this? Who am I crying for? Who am I crying? Since what you have lost, why bother yourself and make yourself unhappy? Go, Go, go, let all the past become clouds! Rolling, let all the pain fly in the wind! Spit a few bad phlegm, drink three cups of cold water, yell on the beach, as clear as sobering, from head to toe, pleasure rises from the heart, from the leisurely invasion of blood vessels to the hair, the whole body is shocked! Looking at the sky and the sea, the distant lighthouse suddenly became brighter and brighter with a whistle. I sat by the seaside at four o’clock, waiting for the sunrise in the grinning sea breeze, but the dark clouds covered the sun. I saw the sky getting brighter and brighter, the sea getting brighter and brighter, seagulls and seabirds, stretching its wings melodiously, flying over and over in pairs, the scenery in front of me was so beautiful! Without a glorious sunrise, the scenery still makes people sigh with admiration; Just as people expect, the God you want may not give you, but it does not mean that your life must have defects. Maybe you have gone through your life and reached the old Twilight. Under the old tree at the dam head of your home, mottled sunshine is projected onto your polished bamboo chair through branches and leaves, drinking a mouthful of smoky old tea, shake the fan slowly and let the dog lick the wrinkles on your feet. You will feel that even if there is no shining past in your life, you will live a peaceful, peaceful and ordinary life than many people, happy, isn’t it perfect? How can you know it is not a blessing! I came back, drifted outside for more than half a year, walked thousands of miles, and returned to my place where I lived and lived a life where I had no struggle with the world. I swim in the mountains every day and live on the waterfront. I am used to seeing the wind, flowers, snow and moon, the grass and trees are withered and withered, the water is Misty, and the mountains are semi-horizontal; I am used to listening to the water singing in the heart of the river, the insects singing on the branches, the dogs. The sun rises three poles, and the Willows sleep on the moon. Happy and free, leisurely and leisurely, isn’t this kind of life beautiful? This situation made me forget about it again. I was unhappy during the day, but I didn’t know where to go? Listen to the flowing water in the river, the same spouting without stopping, the birds in the midnight, chirping from time to time, what can’t you put down? In this world, leaving anyone is still going round and round! Open the door and stand on the wilderness outside the car, let Xiaofeng touch my eyebrows quietly. Looking up at the sky, I don’t know where the thick cumulus clouds are! The sky in the east is dark, and the clouds in the West are slightly bright. Is the sunrise in the East China Sea illuminating the thin clouds in the West? I listened with breath, as if the flower stem beside the car was ringing. Did the footsteps of spring come quietly? People who are close to the fortress have good skills. The horse died without any reason and entered Hu. Everyone was hung up, and his father said, “How is this? After several months of living, his horse returned to Hu Junma. Everyone congratulates him, and his father says: Why can’t it be a disaster? A good horse, whose son is easy to ride, falls down and breaks his thigh (pronunciation B, stock, thigh). Everyone was hung up, and his father said: Why is this not a blessing? After living for one year, Hu people entered the fortress, and Ding Zhuang fought with the strings. The people who were close to the fortress died at 19. The father and son were protected because of their lameness. “Huainanzi human training”

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I really wanted to leave a little ink in the green years, but I didn’t dare to write for a long time, worrying that my poor words stained the word youth. When my youth passed away and my appearance was old, I had to sigh with emotion: where were I in those years? There are not only books and stationery in the full canvas schoolbag; But also cigarette boxes, square paper pieces, all kinds of homemade toys and grain ears found in the field. Mom said it was enough for a chicken meal. In the summer afternoon, my mother put her head on her legs, and her mother pulled out her ears with matchsticks, with a buzzing sound in her ears. One night, when I wet the bed, my father took off my trousers and slapped my ass. He said that he would wet the bed again and let me hold the quilt until it was dried. From that day on, I was afraid of sleeping with my father. There is a spring bud tree in front of the door of my hometown. Every spring, my grandfather always likes to pick the most tender spring bud and fry eggs for our brother and sister. It is delicious and fragrant. Now the Spring Bud tree is still there, however, my grandfather had been in heaven for many years. On the morning of thirty, the happiest thing was to set off firecrackers. We threw the lit firecrackers into abandoned Earth jars, water and cow dung, with the crackling of firecrackers, we cheered. In spring, the teacher organizes a spring outing. The canvas bag will be filled with steamed buns, bread and soda. In the yellow black and white group photo, is that boy with eyes closed me? In autumn, the teacher took us to the mountain to pick wild chrysanthemum, saying that we could sell money and donate the money to the poorer children. The canvas schoolbag was full of childhood memories. One day, I came to the city and no longer needed the canvas schoolbag, because the children in the city didn’t carry the canvas schoolbag. From then on, I crossed the road cautiously, greeted others timidly and studied hard, because I always remembered what the village teacher said to me earnestly: is it good to study now, it determines whether you will wear leather shoes or cloth shoes in the future! Finally, one day in the class meeting, the head teacher praised me in the class, saying that although my parents were not around, they studied very hard and often fell asleep reading books at night. However, in addition to study, more often, I will curl up in the corner alone to protect myself, because I am very self-abased and do not like to associate with others. Later, I worked and put on leather shoes as I wished, but I didn’t feel much happier than before when I wore cloth shoes, and it seemed that I lost my life goal and lived a life in a muddle: to and from work in a muddled way; To fall in love and get married in a muddled way; To be a father in a muddled way; To start a business for several years in a muddled way, and finally to fail in a muddled way;, muddling and muddling seems to be able to cover my whole youth, but the future life can’t be so simple. Do I still need to be so muddling and muddling when I have been in a few years? Quote an ancient poem as my youth declaration of 2014: Tomorrow song tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrow! I will give birth to tomorrow, and everything will be wasted.

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