1, who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. (Don Zhang Xuruo, "Moonlit Night on the Spring River")
This is the poet's daydream about nature, and he has infinite feelings for limited life and infinite universe.
2, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time. (Don Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far")
When the moon rises from the sea, both sides in the distance see it at the same time.
3. In the first half of Emei Mountain in autumn, Pingqiang River reflects. (Tang Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song")
This is a famous poem about the night scene of my hometown written by the author in his early years. Full of mountains and autumn moon, the bright moon reflected in the river, depicting a beautiful picture of mountains and rivers. Sailing in the dark autumn night is ethereal and wonderful.
Today, people can't see the ancient moon. This month, they have taken photos of the ancients. The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon. (Tang Li Bai's "Drinking for the Moon")
Taking the moon as evidence, it is said that the ancients came and went like water, life was limited and time was infinite.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . Looking up at the moon and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home. (Tang Libai's "Silent Night Thinking")
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . (Tang Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
Tonight's White: This poem was written on the night of the White Dew Festival. In the first sentence, when I saw white light, I lamented the change of natural time series. In the second sentence, when I saw the bright moon, I felt that the moon in my hometown was brighter. Through psychological hallucinations, I show my nostalgia for my hometown. Seeing the moon in the war increased his memory of his brother.
In the old society in the east of Huaishui, women would come late at night. (Don Liu Yuxi's "Stone City")
Huaishui: Qinhuai River. Women's wall: a low wall in the city. Through the description of the bright moon, it triggered memories of history. Jiangshan remains the same, personnel are no longer there, only the bright moon is affectionate, and it still shines on this ancient and desolate old capital through the female wall. How can it not make people sad?
8, the world is three points on the moonlit night, and the hooligan is Yangzhou. (Tang Xu Ning, "Recalling Yangzhou")
Rogue: Helpless. I wrote that Yangzhou monopolized two completely different months because I missed the right person when I saw the moon.
9. The bright moon is unfamiliar and bitter, and it shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. (Shu's "The Recent Flowers")
Familiarity: familiarity, understanding. The Pain of Parting: A Work "The Pain of Hating Parting". Dao Xiao: Because I have been away from the crowd for a sleepless night. Zhu Hu: Red doors and windows. Lyric by the moon, pinning the sadness of parting.
10, I wish people a long life and a beautiful scenery. (Song. Su Shi's Water Tune)
But: only. Longevity: Longevity. Shan Juan: Beauty. Legend has it that Chang 'e lives, and Chan Juan here refers to the moon. This is a beautiful wish that has been passed down through the ages, comforting both sides who are about to leave.
Second, write "lotus" sentences are:
1, how many green lotus flowers hate each other, look back at the west wind for a while. (Don Du Mu's "Even Topic in Qi 'an County")
Lotus: an aquatic herb. Summer blossoms, big, gorgeous and fragrant; After the flowers wither, the lotus will grow and bear lotus seeds. Hollywood is also called hibiscus, lotus, lotus and lotus. Personize the wind lotus (lotus leaves are affected by the wind). When you hate Fang, you are no longer beautiful, and you will feel the pain of unfulfilled ambition.
2. Flowers in the world have nothing to do with leaves, and flowers in golden pots are dust. Only violet and red violet are naive. (Don Li Shangyin's "Give Lotus")
Xiang Lun: Yes. Dust: a metaphor for smallness. Lotus: Lotus. In view of people's prejudice that flowers are more important than leaves, taking lotus as an example, this paper expounds the truth that "red flowers should also be supported by green leaves"
3. Chrysanthemum, the hermit in the flower; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers. (Song. Zhou Dunyi's "Ailian Theory")
The author gives these three kinds of flowers different reputations, such as chrysanthemum, peony and lotus, which is a metaphor for three people with different personalities. But with chrysanthemums and peonies lining the lotus, the focus is on the lotus.
4, the mud is not stained, clear but not demon. (Song. Zhou Dunyi's "Ailian Theory")
Describe the integrity, fragrance, cleanliness and elegance of lotus and praise its unconventional character. Personification with things has far-reaching implications.
5, small flowers only show sharp corners and have long queues. (Song Yang Wanli, "Little Pool")
Cai: Just now. Sharp corner: the tip of the lotus leaf exposed from the water. Write about the scenery of the spring pool. These two sentences are metaphors of people's surprise and love after discovering new things.
6, the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus red is different. (Song. Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
Poem about the beauty of the West Lake in June. Set off the bright red lotus with green lotus leaves, which set each other off.
7. The lotus is still hot at dusk, and the lower face is hidden in the blue umbrella. (Song Yang Wanli's "Twilight Tour of the Lotus Pond")
Bi umbrella: a metaphor for lotus leaf. Describe the hot night, observe the dynamic of lotus's fear of heat, and its body is very small.
Third, recommend reading American literature
Moon color in hometown
When the moon shadow is broken in glitz and noise, I often think of the moon color in my hometown.
My hometown is a mountainous area. Sporadic villages are scattered around small basins and mountains. The village is shaded by trees, and the ancient houses are like bamboo, showing a natural, harmonious and quiet scene.
Every moonlit night, the stars shyly dodge; The mountains far and near show a dark green in the dim moonlight; Occasionally, a few voices and dog barks came from neighboring villages, which made people feel the warmth of life in silence and cold; Such as water moonlight, sprinkled on the pool surface, sprinkled in front of the court, sprinkled on clothes, filled the space. People in the meantime, as if into the moonlight. Because of that silence, life is full of freedom and beauty; Because of that light, the pressure of life and the troubles in the world have been dissolved and diluted. That poetic feeling, even for a moment, becomes eternal because it can't be forgotten.
Try it on a spring night, watch an open-air movie in a small town and walk home slowly. The faint moonlight on the ground, accompanied by fresh air, gives people a particularly comfortable and harmonious feeling. The mountains in my hometown are not surprising, but high and not dangerous. However, the mist in the spring night painted a milky white curtain on the mountains in the moonlight, making the mountain peak like an island in the sea of Wang Yang, which is much higher and farther than the original impression. What lies before us is like a beautiful landscape painting. This night, this moonlight, is saturated with unspeakable beauty! The way home, I feel too close. I can't be slower about the memory and appreciation of spring night. Before knocking at the door, I stood on the stone steps in front of the door for a long time, enjoying the beauty of the moonlight on a spring night.
On a moonlit night in summer, three or two students came from neighboring villages and set several bamboo chairs by the pond to enjoy the cool, enjoy the moon, make tea and chat. The pond is full of lotus roots, and the lush lotus leaves are scrambling to expose their huge leaf covers and cover the water tightly. Although we can't appreciate the beauty of "still shadows and heavy walls", the water drops in the center of each lotus leaf are like crystal jewels in the moonlight. Occasionally a few frogs and insects join our conversation to form a light background music. At that time and place, man and nature blended and infiltrated each other, approaching the realm of "forgetting things and forgetting myself" in Taoism.
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Today, many years later, although it is a moonlit night, the arty artificial light in the city seems to be competing for sale in the moonlight. In the chaos, debris and troubles, the natural moonlight disappeared, which made people feel lost! I am even more fascinated by the beauty of the moonlight in my hometown.
However, the beauty of natural moonlight is the result of the joint action of subjective mentality and objective environment. If there is no indifferent and quiet mind, although the moonlight in my hometown is still there, people can no longer walk leisurely on the country roads because of secular and utilitarian factors, how can we appreciate the beauty of the moonlight that we felt in those years! ?
Plato said that the soul may live in a beautiful place. With the expansion of man's material desires, his soul left his hometown. The farther the soul is from home, the more it will fall into pain because of missing, and people will have no chance to feel good.
You can't have both material desires and aesthetic feelings. How funny the creation is!
It can be seen that appreciating the beauty of the moon color in hometown is not only to return people to their hometown, but more importantly, to return their souls to their hometown.
Send you a moonlight in your hometown.
Yue Hui, like water, is gently sprinkled on the noisy night market, on the crowded buildings, on the spacious and bright streets, and on me who is walking under the neon lights and my heart is full of thoughts and guilt about you.
Silently walking aimlessly under the touch of moonlight in my hometown, let the feeling of peace linger in my heart. Thinking of your sincere friendship with me, I am thinking: what gift should I give you when autumn comes?
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon is like a shower. It occurred to me that I wanted to send you a moonlight in my hometown.
Pick a piece of moonlight in my hometown and give it to you who shouldn't be wandering outside. Facing it, you will think of the small mountain village where you were born and raised, your childhood playmates, your playful classmates in high school, your secret crush on Prince Charming, and the wonderful time when you were madly in love with your dreams. Nostalgia will remind you of the beautiful and moving scenery in your life, and then you will be comfortable to meet a better tomorrow.
Pick a piece of moonlight in my hometown and give it to you who are trudging through life. When you are full of emotions, you will think of your old mother who raised you with hardships, the promise you made when you took care of your brother and family when you were a child, and when you abandoned your pen and joined the army. Therefore, your quiet life is not pale and powerless, and your happy time is not sad. The attention behind your spine will make you more awake and less sad, face the vicissitudes of life calmly, welcome the ups and downs of life calmly.
Pick a piece of the moon color in my hometown and give it to you in Yue Hui. This gift may be too light, so light that it has no weight at all; This gift may be too heavy to walk with life. Love is in it, and it is intended to be in it. When you receive it, I think you will understand as well as I do: some things in the world, worth 22 thousand gold, have turned into historical dust in an instant; Some things have nothing to do with money, but they will be with mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon will shine together.
Pick a piece of moon color for you from my hometown. I want to say to you: comet rain is beautiful, but it can only cross the sky; Yue Hui was speechless, but it was always radiant. In this crisp autumn, may you and I have a full moon above our heads, covered with moonlight, standing on the moonlight, thinking of each other and holding my heart.
Moon color in hometown
I woke up from my dream in the morning, and when I turned around, I saw a full moon as clear as a jade plate, projected obliquely from a corner of the window lattice and sprinkled soft light and shadow around me.
On this night in late summer and early autumn, there is such a fresh moon. I asked myself, how long has it been since I looked at the moon so quietly? I can't help going crazy. ...
365 days a year, the full moon and the lack of the moon come and go quietly, quietly watching the joys and sorrows of the world, and the prosperous past is lost in its cold silence! Perhaps when the Mid-Autumn Festival is full, people will temporarily forget the boring and trivial daily life, savor the sweet moon cakes in the moonlight and relive the ancient and gentle stories. Thank the moon for emitting such holy light in the dark, conveying blessings and thoughts to relatives far away from home, and thank the ancestors for passing such a sweet festival to us!
Since ancient times, the moon has been the support for poets to express their feelings, the source of inspiration, the yearning for hometown, the paradise of dreams, the destination of the soul, the eyes of lovers, and all good hopes and longings. ...
Many times, the moon is a sad face. Just like Zhang Ailing's moon:' Thirty years ago, the moon was as red and yellow as a copper coin, like a tear in Yun Xuan's book, ancient and confused.' This is a desolate moon; Although Li Bai's moon is lonely, it is free and easy: "Until, I raised my cup and asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Who else turns loneliness into fun like him? Su Shi's Moon is full of affectionate thoughts and sadness:' People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful thousands of miles away. Unfortunately, the month is not long, not to mention people, just a good wish! Still like a few meters of the moon, lonely but warm, the city under the moonlight is fragrant and dark, not as beautiful as the world!
At this time, the moon is as clear as a mirror, flowing quietly in the dark night, and my heart is as pure as being washed by the cool moonlight. ...
I like the moon, perhaps because I was born on the full moon night on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. Mother said that she seldom looked at the moon, so she was too busy and tired. At that time, my mouth was full, and I had no time and leisure to look up! But the moon was really bright that night! Her eyes are full of tenderness: the moon is big and round, like a mirror, and the moonlight shines straight into the wooden box beside the bed. The clean and cold moonlight is better than the dim light of kerosene lamps lit on wooden boxes. The interweaving of the two beams of light soothed the mother's panic and fatigue, warmed the long cold night and gave her infinite courage and hope. I finally came into this world crying before the first light.
Maybe the moon has given me a face of Zhang Yuanyuan and a sentimental and shy heart that wants to hide in the clouds. I was as quiet as the moon, and I didn't want to talk until I was one and a half years old. When my parents were anxious, an unexpected thing broke my silence: my parents rummaged in the wooden box beside the bed, and my little hand climbed to the edge of the box and stood on tiptoe to see what was going on. Parents focus on their own affairs and put down the box cover when they find something. The heavy box cover pressed against my delicate hand, and I suddenly felt pain. This is the first sentence in my life, a personal experience of shouting pain. Up to now, my father's story is still the joy and love of remembering new things: "that's the most beautiful sentence I have ever heard." The voice is crisp and loud, the sentences are smooth and euphemistic, and the words are clear and round, just like singing! "
On summer nights, my mother hugged me and sat on the sofa in the yard, singing to me in the moonlight. Looking at the moon, I always have many questions: Is there anyone on the moon? Yes, Chang 'e lives on the moon. Is it cold there? Isn't she scared alone? She is not afraid of the cold because there is love in her heart. Then she told the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. I fell asleep before my mother's story was finished. ...
That remote and quiet mountain village cherishes my warm and sweet memories like the moon. Is there such moonlight in my hometown? The moonlight in my hometown is of course the same moon at this time, but my mood today is not as early as it used to be. Can I still look for traces of my childhood today?
I can't forget that old song: when I lie in my mother's arms, I often smile sweetly at the moon. It's my good friend. No matter how upset I am, as long as the moon shines on me, my heart floats gently like white clouds. ......
Moon color in hometown
I haven't tasted the moonlight in my hometown for a long time. Being away all the year round, I'm always in a hurry to go home. Where can I enjoy the moon in leisure?
A few days ago, I went back to my haunted hometown again. One quiet night, I was enjoying the cool on the balcony of the roof, and suddenly I saw the moonlight in my hometown. In the sky, a curved silver sickle hangs quietly, without a cloud around it. Stars in twos and threes are like crystals scattered all over the place, accompanying the moon affectionately, showing the vastness and steadiness of the moon more and more. I can't help but think of the poem I read when I was a child, "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." When I was a child, I remembered that there was a star "blinking sly eyes" in children's songs. Maybe the moonlight is too bright tonight, and the stars in the sky haven't blinked.
The villagers have fallen asleep, with a day's harvest and fatigue. Faced with such a bright moon, they won't give birth to the lament that "today's people don't see Gu Yue, but this month, they did as the ancients did". As the night darkens, the moon turns yellow. Looking down the dim light, the earth becomes softer and quieter. In the moonlight, the outline of the earth is discernible, the quiet river is silvery, there is a faint fog in the corn field, unknown bugs are singing in a low voice, short chirping of water birds comes from time to time among the reeds by the river, a few stubborn dogs bark from time to time in the distance, and fireflies are flying leisurely, not knowing what they are looking for or what they want to illuminate.
The river is silver and beautiful at night, but I know it is a ditch of sewage. This water nourishes all living things in my hometown, but it is not well protected. ...
I have long been used to the noise of the city in recent years. Facing the moonlit night in my hometown, I feel kind, but a little strange. I obviously feel that my familiar country life is getting farther and farther away from me, but the prosperity of the city still doesn't belong to me. I suddenly became a "marginal person", wandering between the city and the countryside. But my hometown will always be my harbor. I will think of her when I am happy, and I will think of her when I am sad and successful.
The moon gradually sinks into the western sky, and the color of the moon in my hometown ripples in my heart. This ripple and this smell will remain in my memory forever.