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If words are like sheep, you are a shepherd. Blue sky and white clouds, you will graze your beloved sheep on the vast grassland. Sheep are flowing like clouds. Your thoughts travel in the blue sky with floating clouds. All the troubles in the world are poured into the sky, turning into the realm of harmony between man and nature. You waved your pen like a sheep whip, driving the words like a strategical General. At a moment, thousands of troops rushed to kill the enemy array, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods. There were millions of soldiers in your heart, shaking clothes and thousands of posts, and thousands of miles from. Men symbol of war, gas swallowing Wanli as Tigers; Writing hearty, like Yellow River water to the sky, running river dao hai beginning fu hui. When chanting poems with fierce strength, it is as straight as a sword to come out of the sheath. It is so fierce that one man can block the pass, and the writing is like a roll of thousands of troops. One day can not be detained, and the ground can not be closed;, the legendary swordsman, how delightful! yue bai feng qing, almost midnight, grazing sheep no moment peace. You immerse yourself in the remote thoughts of the ancient times, clean up the floating clouds outside that day, dip in the moonlight outside the window, and some all-powerful heroic spirit, try horses in the spring of ochre mountain, and talk about soldiers in the night of Jinghu Lake. You can also pick the lamp and watch the sword when you are drunk, or you can write straight books by Hupan. Have you ever remembered that the Autumn Moon visited the chicken Sound Cottage shop, and the winter is near Huaibei people’s traces Banqiao Frost? I also went to the poor place, sitting and watching the clouds rising. Moon in the day, autumn frost like snow, pen bottom spring caged, apricot flowers, spring rain time is right. What to say is that the red sleeves add fragrance, pour the light and sing carefully, and the little red blows the flute and I sing; And when a pot of turbid wine meets happily, there are many things in ancient and modern times, which are all talked with laughter. Long-lost, how many children’s deep-rooted thoughts caused by the arrogant Cao Mengde and the powerful man who started a horse? Long lost, the prodigal Liu Yong’s lyrics, people say that there is a well must sing Liu’s words, but in the materialistic sun and moon, how many scholars lost their backbone, it is really embarrassing. The night was deep, and people were Sleepless. You were still intoxicated with the boldness of Tang Poetry and Song poetry when the Han Dynasty was drinking. Listen to the big rivers go east, and the waves are all the romantic figures; When the pen is broken, the wind and rain are shocked, and the poems become ghosts and gods. You always believe that if you go out with laughter, are we Penghao people in our generation? Destiny doomed you to be a lonely shepherd, and you can only exile your soul with loneliness. Even if you stay at night in the wind, you will not change your original intention even if it is ice and snow; Even if you are wandering from place to place, you will still stick to your faith without turning back. Even if the sky is gray and the night is boundless, you are still a Faithful Shepherd. The wind is blowing and the world is cold. Where is your spiritual home? Thinking of the long life of heaven and earth, I wept alone! How many people can understand the boundless grief and indignation? Month West Wing, good penmanship, just to wisdom illuminate life, bu qiu wen, impunity fame, wealth in you are clouds. At night, the only one accompanying you is the genie with Chinese characters; Have you ever sleepwalked for five thousand years, with a vertical and horizontal length of eight thousand miles? Shoot all the railings, sing to wine, and take a new word as wine, and drink a cup of wine from the ancient sage. Li Shixian, Su bachelor, Xin swordsman, this scene of heart, this situation, this situation, why not float a big white? Everything is drunk. I am drunk alone. I will not relax with the sheep whip in my hand. Tomorrow, I will reorganize the old mountains and rivers and put the lovely sheep in the sky! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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