嘉義縣太保市東勢里辦公處 - Chiayi County

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The National Palace Museum is here ~

The heart of Dongshili's activity center is very dedicated.

1. Gradually, gradually, night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and fascinating scene attracted me deeply: my sight, my spirit, and my thoughts ...I was immersed in this indescribably beautiful "Twilight Picture". I was caught in this inexplicable feeling and couldn't help myself. 2. Wandering alone in the moonlight, those who must be thoughtful and even worried during the day, forgot all at the moment, and have no time to take care of or even forgotten during the day, but some will remember clearly. Such beautiful moonlight will make the treasure in the heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But the moonlight made me more carefree, relaxed mind and body, and breathing became slightly even and not easy to notice. I am like a fish that swims into the clear water to "steal the clean", floating in the moonlight, sucking the moon, absorbing the brilliance, or staying or wandering, drunk. 3. If the blackboard is the vast sea, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment the bell rings, you use the faculty's whip to paddle the textbook that is anchored in the harbor like a boat. On the desk, the puzzles are stacked like a reef, and your gestures are as vivid as a flying bird, waving a graceful arc on the podium--the ship passes through...the sky can’t float a cloud, just like you The bright heart is lofty. 4. The wind there is almost daily, roaring like a tiger. Although the building is newly built, the structure is extremely rough. The wind comes from the cracks in the doors and windows, and it is extremely sharp, and the gaps between the doors and windows are thickly used. It was muddy, but there was still penetration in the cracks. When I was scraping badly, I closed the door before night, and the whole family slept in the bed after dinner, listening to the cold wind and the surging of the lake. The Xiaohouxuan by the mountain is considered my study room. It is the one with the least wind in the whole house. I often pull the borscht hat on my head low and work under the western lamp until late at night. Songtao roars like a roar, frosty moon is the window, hungry rats squeaky running on Chengchen. At this time, I deeply feel the bleak poetry. I often scratch the ashes on my own, and if I refuse to fall asleep, I paint my own landscape paintings. The characters in, make all sorts of faint reveries.