Gently pushing open a window; quietly, sipping a tea. Opening books, I am the breeze with the window, tea, incense in Crawford, together with faint, sophisticated taste.
Accompanied by faint of books and I came to know Li Qingzhao, who love the word half-sad, half-lamenting things female poet. She is kind of a woman ah - by virtue of his talent and unique to the individual by virtue of her delicate and sincere, to bring ethereal Ci Ci of the mood of the Song of a dazzling star! But her husband\'s departure, the country\'s demise, brought her a heavy blow to her Yuk Ngan, Becky gaunt, saw it. Frustrated with the sun and the moon unrest life, she tearfully wrote \"Wuling Spring\", \"delayed giving\" and so filled with the pain of removing the loneliness of the crop. Perhaps the fate of the doomed and full of talented women who should be miserable, painful life, but fate has destined that she would write down in pain spread the word through the ages, in the rebirth of pain.
Accompanied by faint of books and I saw a woman standing on the lake, Tsing Yi, from time to time looked up the sky flying geese, it seems that what is in the waiting. \"Yan Guo is also being hurt, but it is old acquaintance. Montreal accumulation of yellow, emaciated loss, is now a very Zhai Who?\" She was crooning the side ... ...
Accompanied by faint of books and I met Zhu Zi-qing, who \"I would rather clean is a self-ching\" prose everyone. His prose is not the bright Hsu Chih-mo, there is no Yu Pingbo\'s tight-knit, nor Bing Xin\'s elegant, he brought forever handsome style, with genuine air of quiet standing in the \"54\" prose of the forest. After the outbreak of the war, the aggressors fire to turmoil in northern China, fit a quiet desk, in front of the aggressor, he is no longer silent, he picked up the pen and wrote a lot of masterpieces. He used simple brush strokes to write their own views directly. He used pen calls for nations and countries of the new, critical intellectuals of the \"sour smell\", to express themselves with the old me and break the old sense of determination.
Accompanied by faint of books and I saw a civilian in the Midsummer Night\'s leisurely along a path towards Hawthorn, watching the moonlight like water shining like a lotus and the lotus leaf. I understand that the face of such beauty, he has always worried look locked. Locking of the brow, he seemed to tell of his loss and anguish ... ...
Breeze is still blowing out the window on my face. Xiang Fu tea still linger in my nose ... ... friends, immersed in the scholarly faint in and let it add luster to your ordinary life, it confused the future for your guiding.