Vast and sorrowful day slants, Yin Bian East refers to the end of the world.
-- Gong Zizheng
When we wave goodbye, we see the firm faith in their eyes; when we turn around and leave, we see their tall backs. They speak of separation as peace; they speak of separation as rising; they speak of separation as loyalty. When they walk alone in history and culture, they say goodbye is not sadness.
Writing into prose
She looked back and saw that the beautiful Tang River and mountains were fading away on the ancient road. She could clearly hear the voice of swallows and the warm cry of the hometown. But dry tears, she bid farewell to prosperity, farewell to family, to sow the seeds of peace outside the Great Wall. Her time is gone in the full yellow sand, and her beauty is eclipsed in the eternal cold. Looking back, is the farewell of perseverance, is the Phoenix crown after the blessing. The flying sand seems to be crying all over the sky, and the eagle on the branch seems to be crying. Who saw Wencheng's happy cheek?
Farewell is not sorrow, but a bridge of peace.
Gou Jian left the country
The cry of defeat after the war seemed to linger in my ears. He stood under the gate in slavery. Beside him is his beloved city, which has been broken. Through layers of farewell figures, he did not see the sadness, that pair of eyes full of tears is hope, is support. Yes, he said goodbye and resolutely walked to the horse shed of the king of Wu. He can be insulted, but he will not forget to work hard. Farewell always continues to return. Returning is the courage of waving the army and the pride of the young people.
Farewell is not sadness, but perseverance.
Qu Yuan threw the river
Taking a boat alone, I gradually got away from the capital. The cold eyes of King Huai of Chu still reverberate in his mind. River water, cold to let people feel cold, he has no nostalgia. Standing by the river, he saw the expression that the people were trying to keep, and also saw the children holding up the translation of Lisao. Enough, to be humiliated is not to return. This is the last farewell of his life. He laughs at the Yong Jun, the sycophant minister and his loyalty, which will last forever. In a leap, he was engulfed by the river. Is that a sad farewell, or is it a continuation of the long road?
Farewell is not sadness, but touching loyalty.
Birds say goodbye to their mother, to embrace the sky; leaves say goodbye to branches, to nurture hope; sails say goodbye to the sea, to accept challenges.
Farewell is not sorrow.