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嫩竹犹含粉，初荷未聚尘，初生水莲需要的只是身下的那汪清水，薄雾带寒生，松柏映晖青，参天秀木需要的知识手旁的那抹晨辉;长帆当破水，鸥鸟会凌云，航海之舟需要的只是船头的那角白帆……

曾听谁声嘶力竭的嘶吼：“你不是我，怎知我走过的路，受过的苦。”谁也不能取代谁，唯有细品手中那杯茶，活出自在人生！

风卷残云，他从历史走来，“将胡天八月即飞雪”的冷冽带往人间;朔风凛冽，他与冷月作伴，将“生是大汉人，死是大汉臣”的高贵镌刻在灵魂深处;胡笳幽怨，他与孤冢为伍，将“荣华富贵，千金封侯”的许诺忘得一干二净;大漠飞雪，地窖冰冷，风餐露宿，他的热血却依旧沸腾，铮铮铁骨敲响“不贵不能淫，贫贱不能移，威武不能屈”的千古绝唱！他是苏武，书写精忠报国的戎马一生！

他是歌者，唱出一蓑烟雨任平生的旷世豪情，任他东西南北风，皆作过眼烟云，拂袖尽散;他是智者，乌台诗案冤屈之下静观红尘，拈花微笑，在平静中拾起遗落的沧桑;他是行者，于穿花折柳感悟人生的华彩流韶，生如夏花，死如秋叶，化蛹成蝶，叶落归根;他是隐者，苍山不语，尚倚红日傲风云，残阳滴血，犹作清泓向碧心。他是苏轼，书写也无风雨也无晴的豁达一生！

中国历史浩浩汤汤，源远流长，而我钟爱民国第几年，犹爱那些风情似火的女子，那于悲恸之后华丽转身的张幼仪，那似人间四月天的林徽因，那名声四起的交际名媛陆小曼，那于苦难之下仍细品清茶的盛七，那经大家余晖氤氲尽然的张爱玲，甚至是那与范柳原似情还欲的’白流苏……当然，我不爱冰心，她太平静如水，平静无澜，提笔便是讽喻太太的客厅。萧楚女有言：“人生应该像蜡烛一样，从顶燃到底，都是光明的。”当然，也要是热情的。甚至，是疯狂的，生命一次，要活出自己！

三毛说，来生要做一棵树，没有悲伤的姿态。可哪有来生呢？李宇春在叫嚣着：“再不疯狂我们就老了。”晟生命如此多娇，何不竹杖芒鞋，牵黄擎苍，活出自在人生！

Life is like tasting tea, mellow and bitter, only oneself knows. The tender bamboo still contains powder, and the first lotus does not gather dust. The first water lotus only needs the water under its body, the mist brings cold life, the pine and cypress reflect the green light, and the knowledge required by the towering and beautiful trees is the morning glow by the hand; When a long sail breaks through the water, a gull will soar above the clouds, and all a sailing boat needs is the white sail at the bow

I once heard someone scream at the top of their lungs: ‘You’re not me, how do you know the path I’ve walked and the hardships I’ve endured?’ No one can replace anyone, only savoring the cup of tea in my hand, living out of life!

The wind swept through the clouds, and he walked from history, bringing the coldness of “flying snow in August” to the world; With a cold wind, he accompanied the cold moon and engraved the nobility of “living is a great Han person, dying is a great Han minister” in the depths of his soul; Hu Jia had a deep resentment, and he was in company with the solitary tomb, forgetting all the promises of “glory, wealth, and nobility, a thousand gold titles as marquises”; The desert is snowing, the cellar is cold, and the wind and rain are sleeping in the open. However, his blood still boils, and his iron bones resound with the eternal masterpiece of “not expensive, not obscene, not destitute, not yielding to power”! He is Su Wu, who wrote the life of a loyal and loyal soldier!

He is a singer, singing the boundless passion of a misty rain in his lifetime, and letting the winds of the east, west, north, and south blow through his eyes, scattering his sleeves; He is a wise man who, under the injustice of the Wutai Poetry case, gazes at the world of mortals, smiles and picks up the lost vicissitudes in peace; He is a traveler who comprehends the colorful flow of life through flowers and willows. He lives like summer flowers, dies like autumn leaves, turns into a butterfly through pupae, and leaves fall back to their roots; He is a recluse, silent in the mountains, still leaning on the red sun and proud of the wind and clouds. The setting sun drips blood, still like a clear rainbow towards the blue heart. He is Su Shi, writing without wind and rain or sunshine, an open-minded life!

Chinese history is vast and profound, with a long history. In the first few years of the Republic of China, I still loved the women with fiery charm, the beautiful Zhang Youyi who turned around after mourning, the Lin Huiyin who looked like the April sky in the world, the famous socialite Lu Xiaoman who gained fame, the Sheng Qi who still savored green tea under hardships, the Zhang Ailing who was deeply immersed in the afterglow of everyone, and even the ‘Bai Liusu’ who was still in love with Fan Liuyuan… Of course, I don’t love Bing Xin. She is too calm like water, calm without waves, and her pen is a satire of her wife’s living room. Xiao Chunu once said, “Life should be like a candle, lit from top to bottom, all bright.” Of course, it should also be passionate. Even, it’s crazy, once in a lifetime, to live your own life!

Sanmao said, ‘In the next life, I want to be a tree without a sad posture.’. But where is there an afterlife? Li Yuchun was shouting, “If we don’t go crazy again, we’ll get old.” Sheng’s life is so charming, why not stick and shine, lead Huang Qingcang, and live from life!