Go to Ali, on the road -the poet Wang Wei's Ji Xing

Wen / Wang Wei

Recitation: Xuan

If beauty is a sin, your sin is criminal, and the unhappy creator brings a fatal temptation. In Ali, God stops breathing for you!

Ali is a kind of disease, and I have been ill early! He was destroyed and disruptive to inject drugs into my body, and he couldn't extricate himself since then. Acacia became a disaster and mad!

I can't read you with human imagination. I finally know the grievances of God. All the interpretation of beauty in the world is pale and weak at this moment. I heard Nietzsche's shout, Van Gogh's departure.

So with your beauty, my statue of the public aesthetic is inlaid and hung him on the wall. 318, San Mountain and Five Yue, all flowing from the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

I have been sighing the shortness of Xian Xian, the text of Du Fu, the closure of Dongpo, how to write Ali in those tactics?

I understand the sorrow of the beautiful man in the bamboo forest, and the crying of Guangling is desperate. If Brother Kang comes to Ali, why should he be entangled in the dirt of politics? In Ali, there are poems and far away.

You stop the death of human aesthetics, and I am more willing to turn the aesthetic value in a direction. I have a friend called ideals. She secretly told me that beauty is an immortal light in the world.

Every day we are staged the ideal loss. You are my persistence, my chase, I face the night silently, the calculations on the cymbals, and the rush during the day ...

I shouted the nothingness under the sky, holding the time, and set off at dawn. On the road, I went to Ali to put the soul and the skin.

All rough human existences cannot understand you. Nature is the most beautiful photographer, and we are responsible for discovering. On the way, go to Ali.

I came to the golden light in the sky, rushed to the moonlight on the sky, took Everest as the escalator, ran all the way, the wind meal and stayed, washed the body in Yongcuo, Magnata, and between the breeze, the clouds, and the mountain of the mountains, turned to the mountains, turned to the mountains. Turn water, just to meet you -Ali!

I divide my life into two half, half of them to Hongchen, and half of it to Ali; I divided life and death into two calamities, thrown in the world, and met Ali. From then on, I have nothing to do. How can I place it in the world of people who want to be drafted in RMB? All antidote is only in Ali.

You are my dream of burning. In the place closest to the sun, the impulse to ignite my cells, and the hotness in my heart, along with the fiery June, all merged into a beam of light. The cold of the world fled, and the years held a torch, and the hotness of the earth was left to the distance.

You are the lake in my dream, walking into your clear, all the past dust and the dirt of the earth are washed by you. The sky is transparent, the time is transparent, and the road is transparent. Ali, on the road.

I crushed the despair of the world. In your vast background, make a new cloud, soar freely in the wind you gift.

I was carrying the loneliness of blooming, and I came with Mount Everest with a vigorous encounter. Sitting with the wind, the snow was paved as a seat, and the soul was delivered to the long talk. When I left, I packed the acacia.

I planted the charm of Gang Rinpoche in my eyes, brightening the sight in front, and the moment of staring at each other.

I fell in the beauty of Qiangtang and planted my body and soul in this land. In the context of hundreds of millions of years ago, I followed the memory of heaven and earth to find the meaning of life.

Entering Ali is a kind of fault. The lake was dissolved in my fault. Bai Yun blew my fault. You are overwhelming, holding me in the scenery again and again, my eyes are overwhelmed, and I caught me off guard.

I walk into your body, you walk into my soul, you are my far away, my paradise. Playing the time side by side, Ali, on the road ...

【About the Author】

Wang Wei, a pseudonym, a famous calligrapher, writer, poet, real estate CEO. There are eight loves: writing, code text, flower arrangement, mountaineering, tea, collection, dancer, cooking.

From a childhood, he learned poems and learned books, read ancient and modern classics, took Su Dongpo as an idol, and took Wang Xizhi as an example. He put the interesting soul in the text, and merged Wei Jinfeng to the pen and ink.

Masterpieces: "If I Meet You in Sichuan", "Bayu Earth Fu", "Shushan Fu". He has published works "The Light of Day", "The Breeze of the Moon", "Selected Chinese Contemporary Writers" and so on.

Poetry: Thought is the mother of the article, philosophy is the neighbor of the article, the realm is the soul of the article, and the tension is the vitality of the article. There is the power of the heavens and the earth, the power of love, the temperature of the temperature, the text with oxygen, have deep thinking, and plant the aroma in the nudit, and affectionate.

Calligraphy: Calligraphy, Chinese art in the bones. Books, such as also, like their talents, as their own, as their will, in short, they are like others. In order to write the significance of injection of life, time is rolling in the depths of the soul, the pen and ink are flowing, and the long river flows.

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