诗,灵魂的化身,它们飘摇着,一路春光,一路荆棘,惊鸿一般短暂,如夏花一样绚烂。——题记陶渊明:人淡如菊“采菊东篱下,悠然见南山……”走进魏晋,凝视一副尘封的骨架,任千年的沧桑倾诉隐士的情怀。 Poetry, the incarnation of the soul, they are wavering, spring all the way, all the way thorns, Jinghong generally short-lived, as gorgeous as summer flowers. ——The inscription Tao Yuanming: People are as light as chrysanthemums, “to pick chrysanthemums, to see the mountains, to see the Nanshan...” They walked into Weijin, staring at a dusty skeleton and letting the vicissitudes of the millennium tell the feelings of the hermit.