Collection of Weibo articles

Since I started my Ph.D., I have written as I pleased, but there are many without titles, scattered and scattered, and it is difficult to find them with time. Now, for a while, I have compiled them into a collection.

In the peach blossoms of March and May, the willow catkins dance around their heads, and the boat crosses the wild mountains and waves, ferrying oneself and others.

There are many twists and turns on the forked road, the winding path in the mountains and fields is slanted, the bow and the moon string are flying, and the deer calls in the sky to ask for return.

The cold rain and gray clouds, the red and broken snow, the morning flowers are like a dream, and the midsummer night sighs and worries.

The warm wind is beading, and the sea is still green, and the evening sea is like the rush of spring, new winter, and the radiance of the sun.

How cool is the evening breeze? The moon is blowing at night in the early morning and evening. The flowers have fallen and spring has gone. The cold summer is full of sorrow for the stars. ?

The spring breeze and clouds are gone, and the summer rain and thunder and lightning are still there. I don’t know what to think about, and the sound of the voice turns into a flying dragon.

The spring breeze crosses, the night moon is cold, the cold dawn is full of dreams, and the smoke and smoke are scattered all over the place. Here and there, there are many loops, how many steps, how many roads, the remaining dust is wiped away, and the good times are gathered together.

The moon is dim at night, the spring dawns, the petals of flowers are passing by, how can the divergent road be restored? Time is old, and the frost and snow are beautiful shadows.

The clouds and mountains are covered with fog and stained with spring, and the long pavilions and short pavilions are covered with heavy snow. April catkins are flying in the air, and the flowers are falling from the lotus pond.

The waves are flying and the snow and smoke are like dreams, the sea of ??fog is sinking, the east wind has not stained the cold light of the field, and the lost mountains are deep and heavy.

If you don’t see me, the sky and the earth will be bumpy and the mountains will be flat, and the waves will gather together. But if you don’t see me, I will be thousands of miles across the Milky Way. Taibai rides on a crane for nine days. There will be endless wind and dust, and the peach blossoms and willow leaves will not spring. Returning, the light boat weighs more than 10,000, a reed is carefree and a dreamy butterfly is flying, the wind is flying, the black clouds are moving, and the horizontal sword is instantly making people laugh.

The Great Wall is covered with ice and frost. Over the years, iron soldiers have been rushing to and fro. Painting towers, putting on makeup in the moonlight, wearing green shirts. A few people know each other. They sing and dance while playing the harp. They are all non-Confucian scholars. It’s nightfall. Hu Su chases the broken star. Wine intestines, tea eyes, steel bones, withered tendons and decayed energy, flowers blooming in the morning, angry words and lies cut off the years, and now there is a sharp-edged sword.

, the light waves in the universe are so far gone, who can remember Hu Hao Ke in a blink of an eye.

Thousands of floating dust can be cleared in a pot, please throw yourself into the Qi Sheep at the end of the road. People are not human in the morning and evening. Hundreds of boats are competing to sink the waste. Colorful clouds and fireworks for thousands of generations. One wave is like a wave. Why not persuade The guests traveled in reverse directions, visiting the sages and talking to the common people.

A leaf in the river sky and a moon at dusk, far away in all directions. Heroes have always suffered many hardships, and time has changed and the world has changed again.

I am a stranger in a foreign land, the snow is falling, the ice is freezing, thousands of sails are passing by, birds are flying, and good news is hard to find, and my heart is filled with sorrow.

Summer and autumn are not yet here, the memories of each other are stained with tears, and the frost and snow dust return to earth in the morning and evening. Where is the Ice Man under the moon?

Thousands of miles away, hundreds of indistinct stops, the splendor prevails at all times, and the setting sun can be at one’s heart.

It’s foggy in the morning, and it rains miserably in the evening. Don’t ask for directions when you go forward. Spring comes to moisten the flowers of the trees.

Do you know or not, shallow embankments and green ponds in late autumn, fallen flowers are colorful and pathless, the mountains and rivers are red with the first snow, a dream returns home, the spring dawn flowers are cold on the other side, the people you remember are still there, and the whispers are clear.

It’s not over yet, the clear water is faintly fragrant, the purple and red willows are on the street, the lingering smile is like a good day, the setting sun is infinite, the nights are warm in the north of the country and south of the Yangtze River, the festival is not yet over, and the graceful and colorful clothes are on.

When the flowers are falling, it rains outside the window, the wind and snow are silent in the dim morning, the fog flies near the river at dusk, and the thin clouds and wild geese have people returning.

The mountains and rivers are heavy, and every step is difficult. Now that this trip has been completed, it is destiny.

It rained lightly and moderately all night, and the air-conditioning in the morning was bone-chilling. The leaves were falling back to the rain, and the snowflakes were flying to fight for the warmth of spring.

My years are coming to an end, but it is a pity that the years have been wasted. Wu Liu from Minjiang River will have the opportunity to return to Jieyuhua one day.

There is nothing to say in my heart, things are like thousands of knots in my heart, and the wind is howling at night, leaning against the door to see the coming spring?

The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, the body is swirling and the heart wants to be still, and all the thoughts are empty, you must be the person who talks about the floating flowers.

Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the Tiger Mountains. Where the dense forests and bamboos are cultivated, the jackals and tigers will find new ways.

Before dawn, the road is long. What does a gentleman think and what does a graceful person do? The road is long and bumpy, and the journey ends.

The fallen leaves are fragrant with the wind and chrysanthemums, the lotus flowers and duckweed water are like jade, the returning fairy has a long way to go, the remaining frost thorns the snow makeup, the stars fly from the willows to welcome the catkins at dawn, the guests in the boat with green feathers on the cold waves, three Wu will be very familiar with it.

Thousands of things are in a mess, and when they are in a mess, they cannot be sorted out, and they seem to be in chaos, disturbing the mind one after another.

The autumn morning is cold and cold, the autumn wind blows across the island, thousands of boats have no way to go, and return to the North Ming Dynasty. ?

The setting sun rides on the clouds, and the red feathers are all over the Tianshan Mountains. How can the fairy make a mistake and disturb the Qiong Tower slowly?

Cangshan Mountain is covered with clouds and sea, thousands of miles away, I am so crazy on my way to the sky, the setting sun is long and the river is raining at night, no matter where it ends in the north and south.

The moonlight is like the frost in the first night, returning to the dreamer at dawn, the chrysanthemum climbing the high building in early September, looking towards the south of the Yangtze River to look forward to Bai Yuexiong.

The autumn rain is frost-free, and it is suddenly cold but warm, morning and evening, wandering around, the full moon is a good time, how can Chanjuan look forward to the glory, Xihe is not as good as Chenyu

That is In the period of time, the cool breeze is the court, the cold dusk is the war, do leisure things, and live the true nature.

At dawn, the wind and rain fly away, and the waves are clear. The waves are endless and the mountains are far away. Guests from Pingjiang River in the spring morning and summer night are finally the returnees of Wuzhou.

Listening to the wind and rain at dawn, Taibai passes through the palace gate, the emperor is a guest at the top of the building, and the flute is clear under the bridge.

The waiting beauty laughs, and the two are in harmony with each other when they are struggling. Summer nights, autumn morning rains are sad, and winter flowers and spring dawns are like magpie bridge fairies.

True or not, false or not, don’t let the long flowing water hold you back. The white crane flies thousands of miles away, and the shadow is repeated over thousands of mountains. I don’t care about the lonely shadow. I don’t care about it. The feathers are fluttering in jade. From now on, Jujiu dance.

It’s a good time for the festival, the warm wind is intoxicating, the clouds and cranes have gone thousands of miles away, and the colorful clothes have come.

Qingming Festival is here again, the spring garden is filled with warmth and greetings, outside the green poplar smoke, peach blossoms and cherry blossoms are like snow. Years have passed, and the breeze at dawn is leaning against the building railings. How many people are on the road, and the journey is about to break the soul. How can you tell? The drizzle washes away the dust.

April is dazzling, the pear garden is home to dreams, the green waves are gently covered, the carriages and horses hiss and neon clothes dance, the road is in the present, the wine is messy, the maple pavilion is full of sorrow, the green clothes are found several times, the roar attracts the ape Sad, but enlightened, a hint of youth can charm you.

Thousands of years and a jug of wine, all dharma have different paths and ride together, impermanence is always extraordinary, the world has no limit to the end of life.

Cold, stubborn and greedy, dreaming of a majestic crossing, Fusu Ke asked if the piano and flute were far away, or was it an accident, the moon was about to turn, and what had happened in the world.

Since time has given the glory of winter, let’s wait for the snowflakes to fall, and the smoke and clouds of the winter festival to ride on the waves to meet the majestic mountains, to pull the bridle across the sea to benefit the vicissitudes of life, to gather the public’s expectations, and to compete for the elites together. Beyond the nine-united waves, the flying dust and mist, the sun and moon are exquisite, and the jade is golden, and they all turn around and return to the wind and clouds. The plum blossoms have faded away, the morning light is dim, and the cranes are far away, the flowers in the spring garden are gone, and the summer road is over.

The difference in strength between heaven and earth, the deep love between mountains and seas, the heroes encounter powerful enemies on the road, I don’t know who will win, and where will the beauty go?

The autumn wind rustled the tide and the sea level, I traveled thousands of miles back to visit the Marquis of Fujian, the book was written by Hongyan in the vast distance, Qi Qi was angry and angry, the two hearts were the same, the ice man was already in a few words, from now on, the world is so close, Qi Kuo's life has been desolate, and there is no plan. There are many branches in the world.

A commoner went to the southern country, and the spring hair and winter hide were gone. The summer moon wind whistled and the thunderstorm passed. When he realized that Jieyu was in trouble, his son said that he was rich in dust, Gongsun, it was not the intention of his wife to return to his sister, and he decided to say goodbye with all his heart. Parents and founders surrounded Xiu Ruoran. Unfortunately, the good boy had an accident. Her clothes were wet with tears. Her boss was coming quickly. The fragrance of osmanthus hit Emei. The doctor's troubles were lingering. It was hard to let go of the previous love. The lady is here. Farewell, the green water and long Wuzhou song.

I am confused and naturally chaotic, so why should I bother you?

A person in a solitary boat can cross the water with a reed in the sky; a person who rides on the wind can produce flowers with his wonderful hands. You are also an immortal.

If you encounter this in this life, no matter how difficult it is, if the sky takes care of you, your son will return home.

The sky and the earth are infinite, and it is difficult to rely on glitz. People are traveling against the odds, and things are easy to change.

The eyebrows in the distant mountains are calmed by the wind, and the frowning face near the water seems like a fairy.

Everything is hidden in the clouds and smoke of the past, and every detail is magnificent.

Walking in the long river of time, the sound of wandering freedom.

Success and failure are all in the past, and the future is also in the present. Snowflakes are flying, and the years are fleeting. Spring has not yet arrived, and winter is slowly hiding. I hope the wind will pass and the catkins will turn pink.

What determines the end point is often an inadvertent choice.

Accidents are always doomed, and hopes are never misplaced.

If there is no subversion, nothing is possible.

In the first half of the year, I felt at ease with nothing to do, but in the second half, I was hesitant when I had the opportunity to do so.

Chaos and order, progress and wandering.

Awakening is so difficult, and life is so dramatic.

People are lonely, strange and familiar prey, and they are also familiar and confused hunters.

Survival is destruction, fighting is peace.

Put a glass of wine into your belly and let your melancholy return to autumn.

When we meet by chance, we are not strangers; when we meet each other by chance, the moon is the moon.

If you want to cover up something obvious, it is better than Shang Jun's method.

All living beings are mortals, why should we be sages?

Dear, please don’t miss me, you are not expecting me.

This is a good place to visit in the south of the Yangtze River. The dawn is light and cold outside the green poplar smoke.

There is no moon in the mountain breeze on the autumn night, and the gentle sound of Xiaobo creates spring rain.

Just a thought, the dust in the world is charming.

A piece of white paper can draw the sky and the earth, and change the world by calling for wind and rain.

There is drizzle and lots of flying snow, and the beauty is wearing red makeup.

The mountains and rivers are far away and the duckweeds are clear, and the sound of doves is near the ladies and gentlemen.

The chaotic dawn is full of fog, and the flowers are flying away from the frost and snow.

Don’t you know that when you meet a close friend on the road, you have no choice but to make a long journey against the odds?

Heaven and earth are at ease, so there is nothing to worry about in life.

It is easy to fall into decay in a gentle city, and withered trees and golden armor meet in spring.

I have an infinite good time with you Xuehua, and I see you beautifully dressed as a beautiful lady.

After all the storms, the boating journey ends at the end of the road.

Fairies are flying in the snow, and flowers and magpies are falling on the bridge. ?

The crows crow at night, and the play of old friends comes;

I will work hard to realize my dream, and the sunset will be infinitely satisfying.

When there is no road, there is a way; when you return home, you are your hometown.

The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, and the moon is missing

One after another, the wind and smoke have no appearance.

The long smoke and endless sunset music, the peach blossoms flying catkins and the moon.

The gentle wind and the gentle singing of willows make the Butterfly Countryside of Spring Garden pleasant.

Leave where you left yesterday, take the journey today, and prepare for tomorrow.

Where did it start, where does it go, where is the road to recovery, and the period of prosperity.

On the glazed tiles, ice and snow are flying, the setting sun is everywhere, and my heart is fluttering.

Started in January 2018, and as of May 2019, they are mostly essays.