What do you mean the sunset is like water?

Question 1: What is the sunset like? What is the moonlight like? What is the heavy rain like? The sunset is like blood, the moonlight is like water, and the rain is like notes.

Question 2: What does it mean to watch the sunset at dusk, quiet inside is desolate? I mean my youth is gone, I am disheartened and lose confidence in some things.

Question 3: Who can know what this means? Be specific. Thank you. Who is the best singer of Acacia, wait, year after year; Who is it, stroking her eyebrows and indifferent to vicissitudes of life? Looking at the bits and pieces of attachment, listening to the deep and shallow vows of eternal love, reading the tenderness of the thread, is that your face, or the unspeakable goodbye, is that your obsession, or the time when lovesickness becomes a ruin. Overlooking this prosperous time, it shattered the world of mortals, and you were filled with legends. When we touch time, how much prosperity can we wait for? Time and wind will not dry up the ocean, so we call it the sea; Time can't bite the moon, so we call it Cang Yue. We can't keep the years, so the piece in our hearts is called the passage of time. Life is only a hundred years, so you can't attach it to your face. You can learn to dress up only if you can't stay vicissitudes. The gratitude around us proves that we still have a trace of customs that can't be killed by years, and there are still pictures worth leaving. Grateful for a lifetime, maybe we have a chance to look back for a hundred years.

When time is old, laugh when it penetrates; Time and space are tired, and when they meet again, it smiles; The space is tired, look before going to bed and think about the Millennium. The world sinks with you and it smiles. A hundred years later, decadent thoughts are like a gentle melody with a broken string. I used heaven to write down the tender, yellow reappearance, the burning forebrain, the top of Galand, and the untold vicissitudes. Hate is too short to resist lingering love. The gentle eyes you want are my vows full of red dust. Tides talk to themselves, blue and white, deep sea love holds. Before going to bed, I am attached to you, your face and your words for the last time.

Hold a red light, borrow three points and read a volume of feelings. The picture scroll is three feet long, and the affection is three thousands of feet. This scroll is three feet long and several thousands of feet deep. It is tender and tender. Inch by inch. Pen dyeing, ink immersion pen velvet, velvet wet feeling thick, thick ink fragrance. This pen, paper tears, dust scattered. Wash it away, and the dirt of this life will be washed away for you. This piece of paper, iron pen as silk, winding down the fragrance. Radiant, this candle of life tears with you. I am an ink painter in the world. How does a thick ink turn into a melancholy between smiles? You are a nostalgic guest in the world of mortals. You can't crush the spoony heart of the hero with all your powder. The more perfect, the more riddled. But we really can't look back at the middle paragraph. Neither qualified to be riddled with holes nor qualified to ignore scars. Perhaps, some sadness can only be washed away by time. Picturesque mountains and rivers, proudly clear sky, there is this unparalleled ode.

At first, it was consensual loneliness. Even the flow by the Naihe Bridge can't resist the fiery and love-hate vicissitudes handed down from generation to generation. The sadness of dying beauty, the end of the song, the separation of people, the outflow. In the end, everyone was speechless and indifferent, walking in the loneliness of light all day. Hao's wrist is like snow, smiling like a flower, a flawless lamp, like a monument made of thousands of hectares of glass! Three lives, ten lives, three lives, rise and fall, honor and disgrace, but because of your reason. Clothes are like snow, people are like jade, swords are like rainbows, sleeves are like exercises, residual makeup is gorgeous, and stars and Han people are lonely. A long moment has passed. The Sanskrit is like a wheel, and the Buddhist temple may cross this deep-rooted person? There is no regret in the interweaving of palm prints, and the waiting of a thousand-year-old jade is warm. The only way is to be apart for a long time without feeling sad.

If the memory turns yellow and gently rubs into a wound, if the white dress flutters in an instant, if the woman is just a lily in the night, how can we touch the trace of the time crack and turn it into a scarred wing? I can't forget the gentleness of the daughter of life and death, the brilliance of white clothes, the sadness of acacia like blood and tears, and the sad truth. She is your eternal arrival, your bright smile and your stupid eyes; She is the moment when you are immortal and sleepless; She is your eternal arrival, holding your hand and growing old with your son. That's a joke to cheat the world of mortals. That's the closest thing to eternal yearning!

You can't see birth and death, you can't see your stumbling back after the passage of time, and you can't see the frosty temples carved by time. So many thoughts are just a kind of giving up. The night wind is rustling, looking at the lonely world, looking at the blue horizon and looking at the infinite ancient stone steps. Time has stopped shamefully, the talent displayed mercilessly is flawless, and it is celebrated under the bright moon, which is worthy of the false world of mortals.

If there is love in the sky, it will be old, endless, lingering, involuntary gift, doomed love robbery. One day, I saw the ancient Buddha. I want to ask, what is missing? The ancient Buddha knew what it was like to miss. He looked at generations of idiots, but he didn't understand the charm of this dance. Life is a kind of vicissitudes, or it is whitewashed. Immortal dust washes through the present, and the sobbing gray becomes the master of each other. A hairpin flower, like the rich flower of Buddha Xie, faded into the legendary prosperity, like yesterday, like a lock. The horizon is infinite. The smile in front of the flower in Borneo is not old for thousands of years, bypassing the beads ... >>

Question 4: What do you mean by ebb and flow? 1. The ebb and flow of the tide originally refers to the ebb and flow of the tide in the sea, and more refers to the ups and downs of the fate of life.

2. The ebb and flow of the tide is a China TV series 1992, starring Li Youbin and Zhao Kuie. China's first long TV masterpiece reflecting naval life. Big investment, big production, ocean wonders. Love of flesh and blood, love of soldiers and civilians, love of life and death! This drama is a combination of popular drama and lyric drama, which combines civilian life and epic character. Based on the life and death of a pair of lovers for half a century, the play describes the ups and downs of three people's naval officers and their families in the social and historical changes, shows the lofty aspirations and immortal achievements of naval officers and men who will not regret until they die, and eulogizes the loyalty and selflessness of the sons and daughters of the sea to love.

Question 5: What is the full text and meaning of Mujiangyin? The hymn of Twilight River

Bai Juyi

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow.

Interpretation of poetry

The setting sun sprinkled on the river. Under the sunlight, it sparkles, half dark blue and half red. What makes people fondle admiringly is the first moonlit night when the dew falls in September. Dewdrops are like pearls, and crescent moons are like delicate bows.

words explanation

Paving: refers to the sun shining obliquely on the water.

Se Se: A kind of turquoise gem. Describe the color of the river in the shade here.

Poor: cute.

Zhu Zhen: Pearls.

Appreciation of poetry and prose

This poem was written by Bai Juyi on his way to Hangzhou in the second year of Changqing. At that time, the court politics was dark, and the party struggle between Niu and Li was fierce. The poet tasted the taste of being an official and asked to go abroad. This poem reflects the author's relaxed and carefree mood after leaving the imperial court. In this poem, the poet uses novel and ingenious metaphors to create a harmonious and peaceful artistic conception, and expresses his deep feelings and love for nature through chanting.

Question 6: The wind blows the sunset. The clouds chase the moon. Rain ... what are these ancient poems? Chairman has many famous Long March poems, the most famous seven laws.

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.

Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.

Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.

The Long March still reminds people of the dangers in Lu Guan.

These three armies are far away to guard against the invasion of the empire.

-Zhu De

195 1 year

Flying can catch natural barriers.

Climb the peak at a brisk pace

-Hu * * *

1September 20, 985

Anshun grabbed the bridge, and most of them took the bridge.

The two armies are on the river. Luding must know.

-Nie Rong Zhen.

1979 65438+ 10/0/3

Endless stormy night, the natural barrier is across the horizon.

Torch according to the journey, flying soldiers seize Luding.

-Yang Chengwu

1980 February

An old married couple for a new love.

-Yang Chengwu

1May 29, 985

Langtaosha crosses Luding Bridge again.

The iron cable is flying and the waves are rough, and the Luding Bridge is in the high gorge. It is urgent to counter the rebellion in the west, and the past is surging. Heroes were robbed and enemies were numerous, and the Red Army risked its life to establish outstanding achievements. Now we are on the Long March, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.

-Zhang Aiping

1979 Spring

The cold smoke from that pipe shone on the wicker, killing the enemy and burning with anger.

The remains of the Red Army still exist today. Don't forget the bridge where the hero seized the danger.

-Wei Chuantong

1979

The enemy of Luding Deep Gorge resisted, and the iron rope crossed the red flag.

The elegy of a strong man hangs through the ages and the new bridge is completed.

-Ye Wu Jie.

1979

The Luding Bridge is cold, and the soldiers lament the heroic spirit.

The journey is over half a hundred, and it was always difficult to start a business in those days.

—— Wang Dongbao

1May 29, 985

A stream of water choked my throat and the bridge was cold.

The pilot seized the danger and crossed the mountains.

-He Haoju

1May, 985

It's hard to get through the arrow when shooting rain.

The survival of the nation has a price, and it is written in glorious history.

Feng Jianwu

The river flows south, and it is difficult to stop the Red Army in those days, forge ahead courageously, create brilliant achievements, complete the Long March, and lay the foundation for victory;

Point a banner to the west, look at the brave army, wipe out the remnants of the enemy in Kangzang, work hard to build, strive for national happiness, practice unity and organize friendly families.

-Liao

195 1 April

Excessive grassland

Zhang aiping

1August 935

The green plains are endless and smoky, reaching knee-high in the mire.

Wild vegetables are cooked to warm the belly, and hay is burned to drive away the cold at night.

Feel free to sit on the ground and sleep, lying down and watching the clouds turn over.

Yin whispered tomorrow with a sword and a pillow.

Constant sign

1August, 935, written by Brazilian Asi.

Lin Boqu

Just across the grass to Baa, no west wind, no sunset.

And I'm glad to see the new world, and I'm not worried about the lack of flax.

Great apes are good at unwinding cables, while wild scorpions can shoot people.

You know the horse power in the distance ahead. Who dares to split up with convenience?

Jiangchengzi

Clothing constant sign

Li Zhimin 1986

The Long March in Wan Li is long, windy and rainy.

Heroic spirit is superior to the sky, and there are thousands of troops.

Sprinkle blood for the humiliation of the country, the truth is there, and the hatred is hard to disappear.

Dreams are broken, windows are pushed, drums are sounded, the moon is bright and fireflies are high.

Living in Beijing, I often look forward to returning to Hongzao.

Take out your heart to fill in old sentences, write about the past, and stand proudly for thousands of years.

Send me my 35th birthday.

Rola Chen

1936, Yu fought a guerrilla war in the mountainous area of southern Jiangxi.

The monument is very hard. August is more valuable than the thirty-fifth birthday. I'll give it to you.

The army went to the west like a rainbow, and the battle in the south was heavy.

Half the rivers and mountains sink into the sea of blood, and how many friends turn into ants.

People are still searching day and night, and thousands of ghosts are also men.

Things will change extremely, and everything will be turned upside down.

The west wind is strong,

The wild goose in the sky is called Frost Morning Moon.

Frosty morning moon,

The sound of hooves,

Small throat.

Xiongguan road is like iron,

Now start from the beginning.

From the beginning,

Cangshan is like the sea,

The sunset is like blood.

Qingpingle? liupanshan

1935 10 month

The sky is high and the clouds are light.

Look at the geese in the south.

One who fails to reach the Great Wall is not a hero.

Finger stroke is 20 thousand.

The peaks on Liupan Mountain,

The red flag flaunts the west wind.

Today, with a long tassel in his hand,

When will the black dragon be bound?

-

Niannujiao? Mt. Kunlun

1935 10 month

Born,

Mang Kunlun,

Read all the spring scenery on earth.

Feiyulong 3 million,

Stir the cold on Sunday.

Dissolved in the summer,

The river is full,

People are either fish or turtles.

A thousand years of merit,

Who commented?

Now I call Kunlun: Don't be so tall,

There is not so much snow.

Andrew leans on heaven and draws his sword,

Cut you into three pieces?

Part of Europe,

A beauty,

Give a piece back to the east.

Taiping world,

It is cool and hot all over the world.

The Long March still reminds people of the dangers in Lu Guan.

These three armies are far away to guard against the invasion of the empire.

-Zhu De

195 1 year

Flying can catch natural barriers.

Climb the peak at a brisk pace

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Question 7: I love you, but I am speechless. What do you mean, paranoid? My hair is blowing.

The world of mortals smiled a few times.

Tears poured down on the inkstone.

If time can stay at the moment when we first met.

What is the bustling hand?

A flashy life is fleeting.

ignorant

A cup of tea encroached on my half-life candlelight.

Vows, like dust, are taken as a souvenir.

Smile, the clouds are light and the wind is light

Broken strings and fallen flowers

Rows of acacia trees are lush.

Looking back at your third life, you will be confused for the first time.

A wisp of moss has been entangled in fiber dust for thousands of years.

I am dreaming in the clouds.

The shallow song is not over.

These precious flowers have not been folded yet.

Sing softly and watch the years weave.

Listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation.

Each is prosperous, I will draw you a prison.

Veiled face, happy sleep.

Drowning 3 thousand is just a passing sight

Looking back at R, Yiren turned back with a smile.

When can I get your smile?

R smiled and F became a dream.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, it is only a moment.

Turn your life upside down to love you

He and she laughed like flowers,

Cry, explain, explain the pain

Tear off the prosperity of the world, K.

Her beauty is beyond my reach.

Can you not be brave?

Smiling never hides pain, T.

Once beautiful, just once.

Behind the floating flowers, quiet inside.

Anything is ok, but love is not for sale.

Gorgeous hypocrisy under the mask of prosperity

How deep is the bottom of < @ Sugra?

▲ The flashy I clock becomes empty.

E, can't stand virtue like water, F.

What is the so-called "falling flower"? Why should we allow it to be humble? Screen name: Momo, I love this world.

Personality signature: long street fireworks. You look back with the light, the pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

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Question 9: Time flies, which is called haste; Time passed, leaving only a walk. What do you mean, time has passed without a trace?

Spring to Qiu Lai, cold to summer, ancient and modern! The scenery hasn't changed, but it has. After years of baptism, our faces are full of vicissitudes and melancholy! Once, we were simple; We are naive; We are angular and don't understand the so-called worldly wisdom, but we are polished by ruthless years. Since then, we have been complicated; We are hypocritical; We are sophisticated, we are familiar with the world!

Time slipped through my fingers, leaving no trace. Before we wake up from ignorance, we have slipped away, leaving us helpless and at a loss, not for a minute to stay! I regret that time flies too fast to catch it, so I can only let it travel through our lives. We can only let it ruin our youth. Time can't be touched or felt, and can only be judged by the traces of time! How many fleeting years are mixed with the condensation of the sea; Sangtian's confusion is full of many ups and downs.

Time has confirmed my mediocrity now, and also confirmed some of my past glories, but those only glories have been ruthlessly eliminated by time and forgotten in an unknown corner of history! Time flies, fleeting, like a flash in the pan, leaving only the long beach of history, just for remembrance! I used to think that time could dilute everything and take everything away. In fact, years have washed away happiness, leaving only pain! I want to seize a little bit of good memories, write them in my diary, let myself find some comfort, bring myself motivation, confidence and courage, and continue my life that is not a life! Looking back, it's blurred; Looking forward, confused, where to go? Lost self, lost direction, like a kite with a broken line, can only go with the wind, without a goal! The road still has to go, time will still flow, and go forward with the years without rhythm!

Jumping notes and spinning wooden horses can't escape the destruction of time, and they are all fixed on the edge of memory. Good things are always too short and fleeting to stand the test of time and cannot coexist with heaven and earth! Everything, passing by, occasionally stopping for a minute. Always leave without saying goodbye when we need it most. As time goes by, everything will disappear and will not represent us forever!

Hurried years, joys and sorrows, mixed with laughter; Mixed with tears, finally interpreted as a little memory. One day, I will remember it at a certain moment, and it has become blurred. Although the years have passed, it will not erase the memory; Although I have blurred people and things, I can't forget them. At least I have appeared and stayed in our world! As time goes by, only by recalling and looking back suddenly, the lost youth will be fixed in the memory, continue to float and sink in the years, find the traces of that time and get out of this rolling world of mortals!

Listen to the passage of time

I like to sit quietly and meditate alone. Or happy, or sad, or recall some fragments.

The years are whispering around me, and I am listening quietly.

Flowers walk through spring, leaving a wisp of fragrance. The wind rippled on the water. Snow has passed the winter, leaving all kinds of hopes. In the misty rain, I walked through the Zhu Xuan Garden, crossed the river, walked through the lonely rain lane, and walked through a time like water. Thousands of years ago, a moment of laughter and a moment of loneliness passed by in the years. No matter who you are, the mountain spring, breeze, abortion and sunset in front of you will become the most beautiful pictures in your life. Every ordinary touch in life is a wonderful process. Sometimes, the result doesn't matter. It is important to collect all the past moments, bitter or sweet, left by the ups and downs in this life. Youth is a seasonal river that rushes through life. Those faint sorrows scattered in the corner evoke the injured city hidden in my heart. A person will be sad because of missing, because of love, and even more because of poetry. Sorrow is like smoke, like a faint fragrance, knocking on the window at night. So I fell in love with the lonely windowsill after dusk and watched the bleak fireworks. In a few quiet nights, I shed a line of clear tears.

When the sunset faded away, the curtain in the middle of the night was quietly spreading to the starry sky, the moon slowly climbed up, and the silver light poured down. This place was cold and desolate. When a ray of moonlight is printed on the cheek through the small window, it is cold and bleak, as if finding a crescent moon bent like water. If loneliness is colored, then black is her only label, perhaps this is a kind of fate. A person, wandering in a long alley, lonely and full, holding hands full of moonlight, telling my tears and worries there. In the starry night, the world is long, a lonely sunken ship is wandering, my tired body is placed on an immortal soul, which is buried in the depths ... >>