In the eyes of the Buddha's home, the world is another causal cycle, the world is full, and the problem of returning to the returning is the issue of entangled philosophers. Expressing a language that a programmer can understand, it is a for-free iteration. For (;;) {work (); rest ();} It has also spent a boring weekend, it has no end. Fortunately, in my bed, I also put three hundred poems, it was bought when I last in the last either book. For some people in some city, it is a bunch of useless paper, but for those who love life, it is a serious survival manual. It records a monk aesthetic survival that modern people can't enjoy. Tang poetry cannot be intertwined by the future generation, but the attitude of life and the existence form cannot be imitated.
This is the emotion of the Tang people 's alternative: no ancients, I don't see it. The world is long, and it is unique. This is the spirit of Tangren's dust: Wooden hibiscus flower, the mountains in the mountains are unattended, they have opened and falling this is the open-minded man of Tang people: life is proud of happiness, so that gold is empty. It is also useful for the born, and thousands of gold will come back.
More than 1,000 years ago, the ancient sky, the mighty and magnificent, that is a world that has no industrial pollution. Once some people said the first Qin, Ancient Greece is a curious childhood, then Datang is the human age of human beings, just out of the innocent boy, I saw the history of the Warring States Times, I have seen the five-haircut, I finally exposed. Life suffering. Just like the "Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Always Wrants, the Life of Hundred Years" is depressed. Just like "I don't drink, fly, I'm pity, and I miss the cloud". Among the real life of suffering, the Tang people found a healthy aesthetic life, and the three Tang poetry concentrated the aesthetic life of the Tang.
In the era of vulgar pragmatics, many people only trust the interests and experiences in front of them, and they have lost their poetry, and utilitarian survival replaces the aesthetic survival. The economic life makes people sleepy, the health soul of the consumerist, and the sensitive soul of Kafka discovers that it is a humble poor insect. A great philosopher called it as the era of illness. Wake up in the morning, have you asked yourself, you have a good time. Heidegre said: humans should be poetic in the earth. In the reality of utiler, Tang people tell the modern world with their experience, people can be poetic.
In the dream, I saw that the past alone had a drink, the sea, the wind is cold, and the knife. The sun is in the early month. It will be the extremely desirable light of the star. White bones are growing on the white bones in the fire, and there is a scarlet flower.
