Seven Laws "Poems on Earth" Yellow River

2 1 century old-style poetry coquettish list

Yellow River in Lv Qi

The north wind stirs the drum and freezes the spring clothes, so you can cross the river.

The waves are scattered before and after the high platform hanging on the shore.

Flowing like nine songs, people are determined to return in the lonely city.

Wan Li Road is the most humble last step.

I don't think good virtue is a good color.

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I haven't participated in the activities of Jinyun Poetry Society for a long time, and there are countless reasons. Because of the return of Wan Qing, a poet friend and middle school female classmate, she was invited to entertain. Those reasons can be ignored or ridiculed: valuing sex over friends. In fact, Wan Qing is also a friend, not to mention Confucius: I have never seen such a good virtue as lewdness.

I shared a joke with my poetry friends that day, at least I thought it was a joke.

At the end of last century, there was a netizen on BBS who was a student of psychology department of Peking University. His name is Liu Jia, and he is also my wife's brother. Once we debated a question: Which is the most important for China, democracy or science? He chose democracy in Peking University, and I naturally chose science in Tsinghua. The dispute between Mr. De and Mr. Sai has been a controversial and inconclusive menstrual sticker in China since the May 4th Movement. Naturally, we can't argue why. Finally, I said: "Confucius said: I have never seen such a good virtue as lust." Say that finish, Liu Jia and I both laughed and stopped arguing.

However, twenty years later, my audience was silent, so I had to say: it seems that my joke is a little cold.

"Virtue" is Mr. De's "virtue" and "lewdness" is Mr. Sai's "color". At that time, in the context of arguing with me, Liu Jia immediately understood that I was a rogue who distorted Confucius' famous words, but his poetry friends were unconsciously unhappy.

Poetry readers understand and don't understand, and sometimes so.

Speaking of this past, simply putting a poem written a long time ago, as well as notes and essays written at that time, is a memory.

Singing the Five Methods of Autumn and Friends of Huaibei Solitaire

Feel disappointed,

Forget it, go against the sky.

Frost flowers cherish me,

Who do the wind and grass hate?

80,000 miles of gentle heart,

Blood retention.

Leaves fall coldly in rivers and lakes,

Go home in a daze.

96. 1 1. 15 nights

To annotate ...

This poem is to commemorate the gathering of several netizens in the Dance Academy, and the solitaire version of the BBS story of Peking University. That was the first and last time we met, at least for me. This is a kind of death that seeing is believing.

Because the story of Solitaire is a martial arts story with the style of Gu Long, this poem also has a little Jianghu flavor.

Wei Zi is the first among all the stars. The friends attending the meeting are all teachers or students from Tsinghua, Peking University and Chinese Academy of Sciences, and he is a little conceited. We only met because we wrote a story together. Without it, they will soon not only forget each other, but also invade each other.

This poem is neat, but it has a light taste. At that time, the rivers and lakes were really cold and really needed a little confusion.

Essay story the story of solitaire

Story solitaire is a highly interactive word game in the early days of BBS. Many BBS have story solitaire versions, but it depends on whether there are a group of good people and stories worth shooting.

At that time, I had just graduated and worked as a half-baked programmer and system administrator in the computer room of the library, becoming the first batch of people who contacted the Internet in China.

Some of these people started their own businesses, and I took over the dragon.

The story I received is called Cold Sword Like Wind. A brother of Chinese Academy of Sciences, who was a tiger at first, attracted me. Later, four or five people participated in this story and received more than 20 stories. The story was not finished, but it ended badly because of the dispersion of the participants, which was worse than a snake's tail. Up to now, it can still be found on the internet, and some people on the forum have asked why the novels are not completely posted.

At that time, I was just thirty years old, and I said in my birthday couplet:

But standing or not, ups and downs are still a spring dream;

Hu Wei did not act, and the wine and color were left to flow.

Hu Weiwei in it is a character I created in Cards.

At that time, BBS was very unstable, the system was unstable and the environment was unstable. In my impression, this solitaire first started from Dawning BBS of Chinese Academy of Sciences, and later moved to Shuimu Tsinghua BBS and finally to Peking University because of problems with Dawning's server.

In short, those people are still the same story, and you can pick it up until no one else is there.

I clearly remember two people in Peking University: one was Liu Jun, who was studying for a master's degree in psychology at Peking University. I ate human flesh and found out that it was my wife's younger brother. Then I went to MIT. Another Guan Jun happens to be my wife's classmate, roommate and best friend. I wrote his name in the story, a passer-by, the kind who plays soy sauce. He also went to the United States with his "best friend" soon, and handled their first divorce there.

There is also a brother of the Chinese Academy of Sciences who doesn't write much, but he is very enthusiastic. His screen name is good: Walklooktalk, walking and chatting.

This is a good attitude towards life.