What kind of Qiu Jingtu did the Millennium show Frost?

I wrote this myself, all rights reserved, and plagiarism will be investigated. Qinchuan is close at hand, but there are three mountains and clouds, bamboo shadows and fairy winds. Jia Jian, reed, the grass closest to love, is more complicated than rose. What floats with the wind stops at the root, if it floats, if it exists, if it does not. Infinite thoughts, wandering in a trance, worrying about the roots. Roots, love also. The so-called acacia, hope but not, see but not; Although you work hard and give everything you want, you will never get it. So the faint feelings are beyond words. In distant ancient times, on the clear Hanshui Lake, our ancient ancestors were humming a tune by the reeds, and singing a farewell song on the edge of Chinese civilization: the reeds by the river were green, and the dew in late autumn condensed into frost. The person I miss day and night is on the other side of the river. Pursuing her against the current is a long and arduous journey. Look downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the water. The reeds are lush by the river, and the dew is not dry in the morning. My ghost is on the other side of the river. Sailing against the current to pursue her, the road is bumpy and difficult to climb. Look downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the sandbar. The reeds by the river are more lush, and the Millennium still lingers in the morning. The person I'm after is on the other side of the river. Sailing against the current to pursue her, the road is difficult and circuitous. Looking downstream, it seems to be a sandbar in the water. & lt/FONT & gt； Everything is like the primitive times in the epoch-making period. A row of dark blue reeds, a clean river, a peerless beauty and charming face. Away from the materialistic vanity, it is like a paradise, and the things in front of you are always within reach. There is no restriction of ethics and morality, and there is no restriction of legal autocracy. Everything in front of us is simple and primitive. On the edge of China, Qin Sang is the swan song of the edge of China civilization. What you want to get close to but can't get is the most beautiful. This poem about love has reached a certain extreme. Among the 300 poems, the artistic conception is second to none. Such as the sound of broken strings, long and sonorous. I smell string songs, and the strings stop lingering; Today, when I read Jiaxu, I stopped writing, but I was unable to do so. The elegant gray tone of Jiangnan water town outlines an ancient ink painting with lingering sound. Although there were no towns in Jiangnan at that time, the Yangtze River basin had not been developed. At this time, the center of Chinese civilization gathered in the Yellow River valley, the land of Sanchuan. At that time, this weak tribe was compressed in the saline-alkali land in Hangu Pass. Later, however, the Dongyi people who used to hunt in the East China Sea abandoned the people and moved to the west, leaving the horseback tribe between Rongdi. In the long years, they struggled to make a living in the ocean of Rongdi, maintaining a fragile defense line between China and barbarians. In the end, it moved eastward to Hangu Pass, leveled the six Shandong countries, and established the first unified feudal dynasty in China history-Qin. The Millennium is frost; The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. The beauty of women in poetry is far above that of men. I have to admit that this was fed by that man with his own talent and thoughts. Reed gently falls with the wind, love rolls like snow, but it finally becomes a desperate fate. I am not qualified to board the other shore. The Millennium is frost; The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Some people think that this poem is looking for a saint. The truth is not important, what matters is the emotion conveyed. Finding a job is as difficult as finding love, and the road will be bleak and busy. The Millennium is frost; The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Whether it is the pursuit of love or the desire for ideals, all this may not matter. What is important is that, as our earliest collection of poems, it was produced in such a confused and trivial life. As the most influential foundation-laying classic in the earliest realistic poetry collection "Five Classics" in the history of China civilization, "Poems 300" made Fu Bixing bid farewell to the primitive fanaticism, became a pure technique, laid the foundation for the hazy beauty of China's poems, and opened a new chapter in the profound artistic conception of China's poems. As "Thinking Innocent" said, look for it with the elegance of poetry and look at it with the depth of classics. Three hundred poems are generally pure memories of past lives.