Quiet night thinking (Li Bai)
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
I read it in the book Night on the Ship (Chad Shen Xing)
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.
Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river.
Autumn (Du Mu)
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi)
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Rumengling (Li Qingzhao)
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
I feel that the hedge door will go out to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night (land tour)
Wan Li Hedong enters the sea, climbing skyscrapers for 5,000 meters.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.
Sauvignon Blanc (Nalanxingde)
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light.
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.
Night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji)
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling)
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Moonlit Night (Liu)
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
I know it's warm in spring in bloom tonight, and the insects are fresh through the green window sand.
On Night Crying on the Wall (Li Yi)
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Sentence:
It is getting late. The gray-blue sky closed the night.
That blue is getting stronger and stronger. From thick to black.
Night is approaching inch by inch.
What kind of blue can drown me?
What kind of night can overflow the heart and flow into empty dreams?
I like to have a bean-like light in the dark, with a touch of softness.
Best, just like that, always on, quietly shining on the fear in the dream.
Best of all, there is a touch of blue in the dream.
I want to forget unforgettable memories.
What kind of blue can drown me?
What kind of narration can make the night see the color of dreams clearly?
Blue. So you've never been here, along the crack of the soul
Blue.
Blue is you. Deep blue is you.
They are so sad and full of love.
Dark and affectionate.
Tonight, you warm my gaunt and cold face with the temperature of the planetesimals.
Burn out the moonlight. I will bloom in the dark!
Keep warm in full bloom.
Listen to the night
Charming, graceful, some lingering, some melancholy, lingering, lingering melancholy and lingering.
Close your eyes, savor carefully and listen quietly, just like a slow stream, slowly coming along the winding mountain road, lingering and spreading over and over again. ...
In the boundless darkness, listening to such sounds of nature, like crying and complaining, like resentment and anger, is quiet all around. Listen carefully, and the smell is infiltrating into your heart. ...
In the dark sky, occasionally a few stars twinkle.
A person, stop at the window for a long time.
Don't need anything, just like this, in silence, listen to such music and enjoy such peace. ...
Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the day, get rid of the troubles of the day, and when the night comes, hide yourself in the dark and be quiet. The tenderness of the night glides gently across the cheeks and then seeps into the heart quietly. At this moment, the heart is undefended, lonely and fragile.
I don't know why, every time I hear this piece of music, there is always inexplicable sadness, which always touches the softest place in my heart. That kind of gentle infiltration is captured leisurely, and the loneliness in the bones slowly diffuses, diffuses, and the whole is lost and immersed. ...
The years have gone by like this, taking away a lot, petals falling in the running water, passing away a little, and the sight below is becoming more and more blurred. ...