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Chapter 39 1991

Huai Ju Poetry 钱钟书 766Words 2018-03-20
Even if it is sparse, I still see the pulse. The heart is like a lotus leaf, and the water drops turn without leaving a trace. Note on the original title: The origin of Yang Jiang's "imitation on behalf of" is also on behalf of Yu.Yu Yan wants to write a novel, please silently write a few old style love poems for the characters in the novel.Mo Cun said: "If you do it yourself, you can be more considerate and considerate." Yu Xiao said: "I need childish and inferior poems, but I can't disdain large ones. I used to catch the knife; now I need elegant chapters, so I use excuses to shirk Huh?" Mo Cun said: "I don't know the plot of the novel, so how do I write it?" Yu Nai briefly presented the outline of the characters' dissociation and separation. At the beginning, the feelings seemed to be "there is nothing in the mountains", but gradually deepened and solidified, and they were lingering and lingering. There is still hatred left in despair, please express it gradually.And said: "You have competed with your friends to write a few poems?" Zayue, who was silent and searched hard, got seven poems and threw them in front of Yu, saying: "I only do this, and I just wait to read your masterpiece. That's it." Looking at his poems, I can't help but feel endless charm.Excellent words, why do you need a novel framework?It is even more intriguing to get this castle in the air and speculate on the plot.If it sticks and fills up again, it will kill all the scenery.Yu's novels can't contain a single word, and they are all romantic.

In the wind, the solitary canopy is not free, and it is difficult to live without benefit. Don't worry about seeing each other before you meet, and turn to earn sorrow for joy. The snow is covered by the ice bed and the night is still forever, and the clouds and the moon and the ground are suddenly new autumn. According to the rumors, Xu Jia feared that his bones would turn into ashes. Live up to the weeping Yangwan and turn the canopy, and see the flying catkins fluttering against the curtain. Spring is no longer in oil and blue, and the sky is far away, and it is difficult to send tears of red.

Refining stones to calm the soul is finally about to rise, and frying glue to continue dreams is also empty. The courtyard is still melting into the moon, and the stars are still missing the wind from last night. When Wu Gen crossed the corner to leave the scriptures, Daoyuan just chanted what I thought. If the cursed bamboo shoots fail to work, they will turn into bamboos. Although the flowers are folded late, the branches will not be resigned. The magpie report for the good time is not accurate, and Fang Xinying learned from Tongsheng. Personnel is easy to move, and things are still on the mind, and there is still a thousand thoughts.

From afar, I have committed summer breaking kung fu, and the style is still different. Good dreams are sporadic and rare, and affectionate concealment is as if nothing. I will be lonely tonight after I break up, and I will predict that other people will lose me. Regardless of the apricot beams, the Yan Yan is stable, but the Yan Yan is startled by the city. There is still nothing to worry about, and the spring feet are forgotten and come back. The flowing water keeps thinking about things, and the passing waves remind each other day and night. The soul of the dream is long and chasing, and the bones of the body are eventually ashes.

The bottom line is that Si Xun is willing to do it deliberately, and it is the most sad thing to endure death with this heart. "Comment": Xue Lang's poems about spring sorrow, wanting to cut off the sword, the throat of sorrow can't be seen in a coma Juvenile Qixi wants to be published, chatting for empty flowers and eye-catching. The soul is really sold out and how much is left, but the blood is difficult to stay hot for a long time, so it should be cold. A person who wakes up alone bears the same dream, and seeks short-term happiness after long-term hatred. This day, beside the tea and smoke meditation couch, you don't have to beg for peace of mind.

"Note": the above in 1991
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