诗和酒曾是我精神世界的两翼,酒是明翼,诗是暗翼。愉快的飞翔一边是黑,一边是亮;一边是日光,一边连星辉都没有。但这不是畸形的飞翔,就像一个容器飞向南极或者北斗,一翼是冉冉升起的太阳,一翼是依依惜别的月亮,而被扇起和舞动的都是日月之光华。我远远的、低低的看见李白、杜甫、陶渊明都是这样的飞翔姿态,至今还在巡航,正 Poetry and wine were the two wings of my spiritual world, wine is the Ming wing, the poem is dark wing. Happy flying is black, one side is bright; the other side is the sun, not even the stars. But this is not a deformity flight. It is like a container flying toward the South Pole or the BeiDou. One wing is a rising sun. One wing is a farewell moon, and both the fan and the dancing fan are sun and moon Guanghua. I far, low see Li Bai, Du Fu, Tao Yuanming are such a flying posture, still cruising, is