Moonlight sonata prose

People are noisy and chaotic, and what they want to see most is moonlight. At least I am. The best moonlight is actually used for listening. The piano slowly drips the beautiful image of moonlight into your ears and flows all over your body along the auditory organs. That kind of tranquility, comfort, peace and satisfaction is really incomparable to any art form. Beethoven's "Moonlight Music" was not actually a piece describing moonlight at first, but when people heard it, they immediately thought of the bright moon on the water. Therefore, this work, as a typical representative of moonlight image, has become an immortal work. With this image, listening to this piece of music, I really feel that moonlight, like water drops, drips all over the earth and onto people's heads, which makes people awake, purifies their minds, sublimates their thoughts and makes the noise and chaos disappear without a trace.

To say that the description of moonlight, from a literary point of view, is the most profound inspiration to China people. Yuan Mei is a poet. Many of his works have been forgotten, but his Moonlight has always been praised. His famous phrase "A thousand words are reflected on the bamboo in the moon, and a tree in first frost, Mei and Gao Huai" is famous far and wide. On a full moon night, I went to Xishan in Beijing to find peace. I stopped beside a bunch of bamboo. However, the moonlight penetrated through the cracks in the bamboo and printed the shadow on the stone road next to it, forming a very strange pattern. Watch and watch, the problem is coming. The shadow of bamboo leaves in the moonlight is really like many words "Ge", which may be the word "Ge" described in Yuan Mei's poems. But use the traditional Chinese character "ge" to write "ge". No matter how varied bamboo leaves are, moonlight can't make its own shadow into such a complicated pattern. This problem has been in my mind for a long time and I can't solve it. One day, watching my friend practice calligraphy, his handwriting made me suddenly realize. It turns out that he wrote willow leaves, and Chinese characters are like willow leaves and bamboo leaves, which is a vivid picture of bamboo shadows in the moonlight. I also think of another poem by Yuan Mei: What I said in my mouth has already talked about the ancient population. The book I want in my hand has been written by the ancients. Not before the ancients, but after them. 120,000 years later, you and I have nothing. Will I go back to ancient times when I come back? The ancients were great. I can't wait. I can't wait for one in ten million, how can I not be sad from it?

Moonlight is strange, and it has something to do with wine. Su Shi's wine from heaven is free and easy, but it is not difficult to understand. Li Yu's moonlight and wine also tortured me for several years. Li Houzhu's poem says that "nothing is as good as a cup in hand, and the bright moon is the only one in life". The first half of the sentence says that the goods are greedy for what is in the cup, not the wine bag. But the second half is hard to understand. People's life, accustomed to watching the tide like Qiantang, like watching the sunrise at the top of Mount Tai, but also worried about the small bridge running water, why only look at the moon all their lives? Is it true that Li Houzhu, like me, works at his desk at night and doesn't go home until the end of the month? I didn't find the answer until I went back to my hometown. The local leaders, comrades-in-arms, friends, relatives and friends there played host to the banquet every day, and I was fascinated by it. That time, I drank all day and was thrown in bed at night. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sacred object and staggered to the backyard in my shoes. As soon as I opened the door, I was pushed by the bright moonlight in the farmhouse: it's really moonlight like water, it's really bright moon. Li Houzhu, Li Houzhu, your boy is like me every night. When I woke up, it was late at night and the end of the month. It's strange that you are such a heavy drinker that you can't lose your country every day.

The poet Li Bai wrote in his poem: Today people don't see Gu Yue, but this month they took photos of the ancients. Think about it, Su Shi, Yuan Mei, Li Bai, Beethoven and other masters. We really feel lucky that the moon they saw is the same as what we see today. The difference is that in ancient times, there were no weekends and long holidays. Of course, there is no need to work for eight days in a row and rest for two days like last week. They won't sigh like me in the moonlight. A long and long working day will ruin a lot of poetic elegance.

Today is the first day of the twelfth lunar month, and there is no moon rising in the sky. The full moon rose in my heart early.