In the holidays, my mother wanted to call me the ancient poem, and I would like to have a poem, and I can write a poem, and I can write a few poems in my mother's one question. If you want to lose your heart, I can't stand with Li Bai for half an hour.With this big idea, I would like to put one cups of tea on the table, and I'll sit on my chair and think about it, and I'll have a couple of cups of tea, and I can sit on a couple of poems?After a long time, I finally had to go to the tea room to drink a lot, but there was not even a word in the paper.Ai, I thought one, oh, well, the city is mostly due. Why don't I try, you? I drank one bottles of wine, didn't I read? It's hot in my eyes and my nose is one, and it's one blank, and there's nothing to do.All of a sudden, I think of one reasons for self-comfort, and this is not the right thing to say, and then I will take out one prose and read it, and I want to look a little poetic and read it for a long time? Just come up with a couple of legend, and gather around and look at the old man with his eyes staring at the TV, and he doesn't care that I'm Lu Licheng, I'm mad at the book, what's the attitude? It's a great satire, and I'm just going to have a good time.I sat in the chair, looking out of the window, and the book said that many of the great poets did not drink before the poem, and the music of the mountain, I had no music cells or the choice of money? Yeah, just do it. You want to shake me off 100, and the white mountain is going.On the way, I thought, dashixian Li's flying stream is three thousand feet, and doubt is the galaxy of nine days, it is really touching, and it must be his presence to understand, there is no waterfall, then experience it. Wang Huan's desire to be poor!So I came to the water park and looked up at the pavilion, and I asked you if you were going to be on the top of the one column, the poetry of the hills, and I was first out of the mountains, beautiful and beautiful, and beautiful and beautiful in the garden of flowers. The beauty of the scenery, the good taste, the poor ghost.Looking at the beautiful scenery of the pavilion at the moment, I'm boring, and I can't write one words of the old country. I still have to learn home, coal or mine?I thought I was going to be happy all the way, and I had nothing to do with it, and when I was covered with one sweat, I left my sandals with black mud, and finally convinced myself, what to imitate the poet? It's all about trying to think about it, and I'm going to end up like this, just a little bit of a hat, and I'll be a living Buddha.After a few days, I realized that the world was just a one farce, and to be a real poet, not only to have a noble heart, but a great deal of knowledge? And I am very far away from this request, the real-time wuzhe business, why do I have to whip up a horse, and go forward?