詩像一張有翅膀的琴
2009/08/08 21:00
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他從荒徑裏緩緩走來
籬邊照耀著幾株菊花
南山淺藍融入胸臆
他坐在東窗下
持著一盞春酒
八荒昏朦
薄寒浸進來
他的手微微戰慄
隱約聽到他的嘆息
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詩像一張有翅膀的琴
藉意境與音樂的兩翼
帶著人飛昇
---------蕭望卿<<陶淵明批評>>
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- 2樓. 嵩麟淵明2022/09/02 11:22這些句子有可能是蕭望卿寫的,因為從他的書引用。此書我好像沒找到。
- 1樓. Happiness2009/10/29 09:30A poem
A poem is not used to express my thoughts, but it is the fountain with flood of blood coming from the injured experiences and incurable wounds.
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A poem is like a needle which is swift enough to sew the moments into an unique life blanket.
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