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In the fragments of Tang poetry; Read Li Bai in Autumn Night.

Yuehua is like wine, full of fragments of Tang poetry. In this early autumn breeze, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus is missed, and a spring dream has become a long string of thousands of years, singing and singing.

How can you not think of the poet's imagination on such a beautiful night? Thus, calm words, in the eyes of poets, fermented into fragrant wine. The bright full moon embellishes the poet's thoughts into thousands of years of drunken dreams. Every verse tells an exciting story and awakens thousands of sleeping souls.

The night is sleeping, but the poet is awake. Sober poets are picking up "crazy singing" in the music of nature. The ground is flat and flat, interlaced with poets' literary thoughts, like a big freehand scroll, falling from the distant prosperous Tang Dynasty, paving the way for the quiet night left over from this ancient time.

The bright moon in front of the bed has aroused the homesickness of wandering Wan Li. Now, can you connect contemporary poets with Chen Xian? In this information age, sadness and resentment have long been distorted by desire into eternal thinking about survival and destruction. At this moment, Mr. Taibai must be floating in the clouds. It can be seen that in this rolling world of mortals, there is still a weak heart climbing on the long rope of the "whiter and longer" night.

In Chang's collection of poems, this poem "Reading Li Bai in Autumn Night" is the most suitable for Li Bai's charm. The short two paragraphs are generally clear after washing, and there is infinite artistic conception in the sentence, which flows out from the vast space-time outside the words.

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Reading colorful poems in autumn night

Autumn nights in the north are better. Without the scorching sunshine during the day, the impetuousness in the street is removed, and the rest is only quiet and refreshing. There is a cool breeze, but the wind is not that biting cold, but slightly gentle and cool, just like the feeling of silks and satins sliding across the skin.

On such a night, there must be moonlight, because an autumn night with moonlight, like a poem set to music, has a broader atmosphere. I am often excited about such a night. On such an autumn night, I seem to see drunken Li Bai and melancholy Li Qingzhao coming in the street, and I seem to see Xu Zhimo and Yu Dafu coming in navy blue or dark gray gowns. At the hem of their robes, the fragrance of "Daughter Red" wafted through the trees on both sides of the road, and Ye Xiang, who was mixed with grass, was particularly intoxicated. On such a night, you'd better read poetry and drink some wine.