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我们可以讲,悲伤是人之天赋。是天生痴人,勤奋而不可得。若不识哀乐,无以问心,何以为人?或热烈,或决绝,亦是心火怠尽后自嚼肺腑,自品其味的迂回从容。是抽丝剥命痛,灵肉两重展毫头;是清洁瞳孔,检点平庸浣洗陈旧;是独自绣真勇,撑起枯荣,吻寒冬一盅。心劳已极,拿哀情作缓冲,够不够?李白,独饮酒,霜月作陪,眉上凝成冬。白衣一席,翩跃作万丈高空醉酒惊鸿,穷追一个梦,双翅展,反刍成风。行吟茕茕,山河相就,酿黄昏酒。
We can say that sadness is the gift of man. It is innocent, diligent and not available. If you do not know the sadness, you are not asking questions, why people? Or enthusiastic, or decisive, but also self-indulgence after chewing their own way, since the taste of its detour calmly. Is dilapidated peel pain, bibcock dull show head; is cleaning the pupil, Checkpoint mediocre Huan wash old; is embroidered true bravery, prop up dry wing, kiss a winter cup. My heart has been extremely, take grief for buffer, enough? Li Bai, drinking alone, frost months to accompany, eyebrows condense into winter. White one seat, Piao Yue lofty aerial drunken Jinghong, poor chase a dream, wingspan exhibition, ruminants into the wind. Line Yin 茕 茕, mountains and rivers, stuffed dusk wine.