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Former Chibi Fu. Dynasty: Song Dynasty.

Original text: In the autumn of Renxu, in July, Su Zi and the guest traveled under the red cliff. The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling.

Raise the wine to belong to the guest, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the chapter of the fairy. Shaoyan, the moon comes out of the east mountain, wandering between the bullfights. The white dew crosses the river, and the water shines to the sky.

As far as a reed is, Ling Wanqing is at a loss. The vastness is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and he doesn't know where it stops; fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

So he drank and enjoyed himself, and sang about it. The song said: "Gui Yi Xilan oar, hit the sky and trace the streamer."

Slim and small, looking at the beauty of the sky. "There are people who blow the flute in the hole, and they rely on the song and make peace. Its voice whines, such as resentment, such as crying; The aftermath is lingering and endless.

Dancing the submarine of the ravine, crying the wife of the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sat upright, and asked the guest: "Why is it so?" The guest said:

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. 'Isn't this Cao Mengde's poem? Looking at Xiakou in the west, looking at Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are sympathetic, and the sky is gloomy, this is not Mengde's trapped in Zhou Lang?

Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, went down the river to the east, traveled thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank wine near the river, and gave poems to the horizontal lance, and the male of the solid first generation was also, and now he is safe? In addition, I and my son fished on the Jiangzhu, and the fish and shrimp were friends with the elk, driving a flat boat with a leaf, and lifting a bottle to belong to each other. Parasitic mayflies in the heavens and the earth, a drop in the sea.

Mourn the moments of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly the fairy to swim, hold the bright moon and end long. I don't know it suddenly, and I will leave it in the sad wind.

Su Zi said: "Ke also knows the water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has not tasted the past; Those who are surplus and void are like them, and those who die are not long.

The cover will be viewed from the one who has changed, and the heavens and the earth will not be able to take a moment; From the perspective of the unchanging, things and I are endless, and how envy! And between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and it is not mine, although I can't take anything. However, the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ear, the color of the eye, the inexhaustible.

It is the infinite hiding of the Creator, and the place where I and the Son are compatible. (Co-adaptation: Co-eating).

The guests smiled happily and drank more from the washing. The core of the dish is exhausted, and the cups and plates are in disarray. The phase and the pillow are in the boat, and I don't know the whiteness of the East.

Satisfied, thank you.

"Rain Lotus".

Once, walking through the lotus pond in the rain, a pond of green clouds stretched, and a half-opened red lotus stood out in the middle.

I was stunned for a while, it seemed that I couldn't open, I wanted to be silent, I would be red but not red, and I would wait for a red lotus that was not fragrant!

The rain was all over the sky and it was indifferent, and there was such a red lotus in the unreachable gray! Like a fire about to be ignited, like a can of color that is about to be poured out! I stood by the pool, and although I didn't want to catch the moon, I almost missed my footing.

Isn't life like a rain? You've jumped in ignorance, you've been obsessively groaning in it—but more often than not, you've had to endure the cold and the wet, the helplessness and loneliness, and live with the illusion of a sunny day.

However, look at that lotus flower, how self-absorbed and self-forgetful in the rain. When there is no sunlight, it is sunlight itself. When there is no joy, it is joy in itself! There is such a perfect and self-sufficient world in a lotus plant!

A pool of green, a pool of silent songs, an inconspicuous roadside in the countryside - is there truth only in philosophy books? Is it only in the research institute? A simple rain lotus can paint how many goodness beyond the image, and how many centuries of pride have been supported by a slim green leaf!

If there is a lotus in the pond, if there is a lotus in the heart, then what is the trouble of the long rainy season?

Zhang Xiaofeng, born in Jinhua, Zhejiang Province in 1941, his ancestral home is Tongshan, Jiangsu, and he is a famous essayist in Taiwan, China.

This kind of lyrical prose.

Zhu Ziqing Lin Qingxuan.

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