Tuesday, June 7, 2011

What calls romance

What is pleasing to the eye? What calls romance? What is pure and fresh? Perhaps others will never feel me in this rain the love for the nature, love of landscape, more the feeling of life. Su dongpo had "the good luck body is in the mountain in", and I JieTan trenchant feel YuanJu "old pottery qian picking asters the leisurely and neath the eastern fence". This one season, up the river with won't because of li shangyin's "but words like" of bashan, also won't feel sad because of du fu's "not the Yangtze river flowing" and grief. I only saw it, this full rose river as full energy, let me bolton are full of hope.

Small rain, the breeze blow gently flowing in rain, I hold a quarter earnings of cool and refreshing, heart incomparably quiet and clever. At the moment, I can understand dashan affectionate call, calling me up and rebirth. I can understand the bubbling streams, singing songs of the thin cold and warm beautiful mood. I closed my eyes, unexpectedly feel of that although already go far but had real have, so warm and clear. Clenched fist, an unstoppable force spread in the whole body, little palm hold the world is the unparalleled filling.
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"Continued rejection of the landscape, is between", and this also gathering natural ink always lets a person can't help intoxicated. Perhaps because work pressures of life, because time short, because too much body not from already of nature, we ignore too long for too long, but no who don't yearning nature, not admire the landscape of peaceful and quiet between. In fact, as in our life when the pressure from all the at hand, might as well put down, go to landscape between, it will make you calm down and, aftertaste that wonderful years of life, think about the pursuit. When our mood extremely annoyed, might as well into the landscape, loudly shout out between you desire, divulges your mood, listen to the mountains, to your affectionate call to your heart feel water moist, you restless heart would gestate touched of warmth.

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