"Hey, Lekszi, you are not a medal. You can't keep hanging it around my neck. This is not your territory. Go to the earth to make a living. "
So, I went to the earth.
In gloomy autumn, I can't see the sun, feel its warmth and even forget its existence-in this autumn, I lost my way in the Woods more than once. When you are far away from the road, exhausted and can't find a path, you have to step on the muddy road, cross the thorns and step on the uneven mound and go straight ahead. In this way, you can always walk on the wide road in the end!
So, I made a decision.
This autumn, I'm going to Kazan, hoping I can go to college there.
On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden blades are slowly drifting downstream.
Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.
In the song, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, sometimes flies, and youth instantly returns to her, making her look like a blooming flower. Everyone is attracted to her.
6 Tzgang blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping up like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were indistinguishable, his shirt trembled and shone like fire. He danced wildly, as if he had opened the door and let him out, so he could dance all over the city! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face.
7 "Wake up, everyone will die. What is this? Isn't that bird dying? "
The shadow of the lamp is no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so sad and quiet.
Wide and straight roads, your spacious property is given by God, with axes and shovels, but why do you only have the sound of hooves and dust?
10 The sun shines obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles filled with Gowasu wine and vodka shine with dark green light.
2. It's getting dark. A few days after my mother was buried, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lacey, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is not your place. Go to the earth to make a living.
"So, I went to the earth. In the gloomy autumn, I can't see the sun, feel the warmth of the sun, and even forget the existence of the sun. I lost my way in the forest more than once this autumn. When you are far away from the road, exhausted and can't find your way, you should set foot on the muddy road, cross the thorns and go straight ahead. In this way, in this way, I made a decision. This autumn, I will go to Kazan, hoping to study in the university there. On the blue surface of the Volga River, the orange-red boats are upstream, while the golden leaves are slowly drifting downstream. This song is full of sadness, like a river running down from the mountain, stirring in the room. In singing, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats and sometimes retreats. Youth instantly returned to her, making her look like a beautiful flower. Everyone was attracted by her. 6 Jokan blushed and went to the middle of the kitchen, jumping up like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were hard to distinguish, and his shirt trembled and shone like a burning flame. He danced wildly, as if he had opened the door and let him out, so he could jump all over the city! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face. 7 "wake up, everyone is dead, it's nothing, isn't the bird dying?" The shadow of the lamp is no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so desolate and peaceful. 9 Wide and Straight Avenue God gave you width and width with axe and shovel. Why is there only the sound of hooves and the rise and fall of dust? 54438+00 The sun shines obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles containing Gowasu wine and vodka glow with dark green light. . .
3. What are the good words and sentences in the book "It's getting dark"? 1. The light and shadow are no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so sad and quiet.
2. Wide and straight roads Your spacious property was given by God with an axe and a shovel. Why is there only the sound of hooves and the rise and fall of dust?
3. The sun shines obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles containing Gowasu wine and vodka are shining with dark green light.
On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden blades are slowly drifting downstream.
Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.
It's getting dark is a collection of short stories written by Cao Wenxuan. Cao Wenxuan, member of the National Committee of Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of Beijing Writers Association, professor Peking University, doctoral supervisor. The main literary works are Goats Don't Eat Paradise Grass, Straw House, Bronze Sunflower and so on.
4. Good words and sentences about night scenes: All is silent, the night is dark, the rain is tight, peaceful and quiet, and the night is as cool as water. The stars are cold, the night is dark, the night rain falls, the window knocks, the night falls, the night is dark, the night is quiet, the earth sleeps, the night is dark, the night is dark, the lights are dark, the night is charming, the night is soft, the night is Jing Ya, and the night is long. The first night is hazy, the night cage hangs down and the night is quiet. A good sentence to describe night is: 1. On a beautiful summer night, there are stars in the sky, like sparkling night pearls, which are beautiful.
The moonlight is so bright and gentle, like a beautiful and affectionate fairy. She smiled so beautifully and sweetly that stars were everywhere. Wan Ru, a group of children who are not sensible, quietly listened to the story told by Mother Moon. I occasionally look up at the dark sky and laugh when I look at it. Dad always asks me why I am laughing, and I will tell him, because it looks good, and my mother always calls me stupid. How can a dark sky be beautiful? Mom is right. How can a dark sky be beautiful? But grandpa said you didn't look carefully because it was black.
Look with your heart, feel with your heart, and it won't be dark. It will also have color in the dark sky! 3. I am holding a low stool and enjoying the cool with my grandfather on the road next to litchi Mountain. The sky is so clear and transparent and the moon in the sky is so white.
Moonlight shines on trees, like silver plating on leaves; Shining on the earth, the earth was coated with a layer of Yin Hui. The stars in the sky are like children, carrying their mothers out to play.
Blinking, licking his mouth, as if smiling at us. At night, I looked up at the starry sky at night. Ah, how beautiful! The night sky, the bright moon and the twinkling stars bring me endless imagination.
The black, blue, black and blue sky is like a piece of paper, and those twinkling stars are like beautiful flowers and shining lights, lying quietly on this black, blue, black and blue paper. 5. The night of power failure is warm.
When there was a power failure, Mr. Zhang turned on the emergency light to illuminate us. Teacher Zhang also asked students with good compositions to read their masterpieces on the podium. The emergency light shines on the composition book and the reader's face. There's really some stage effect. Teacher Zhang fanned them in the back. See how devoted they are to reading! People below us are much quieter than usual. I squatted quietly on the table, listening attentively to everyone's recitation, and kept fanning myself.
6. On a clear night, the sky is full of stars, and a bright moon hangs in the horizon. Looking up at the starry sky, will we be shocked by that vastness? In this case, shall we sing a song to celebrate this beautiful scenery? This is the night to teach us tolerance.
It is the dark night sky that contains many stars and the bright moon, which makes it so beautiful, illuminates the dark earth and makes the night no longer monotonous. To tolerate others is actually to modify our personality and self-cultivation.
7. The sky during the day is naturally colored, so is the sky at night colorless? No, the night sky is colored, but everyone's night sky is different in color. My night sky is pink, isn't it beautiful? Do you want to know what color your night sky is? Then follow me to have a look! You look up at the dark sky first, then close your eyes, feel the sky with your heart and listen to the world with your heart. Open your eyes slowly and you will know that there are colors in the night sky.
At one o'clock in the morning, the bell on the wall rang. Looking at the bell tower in the distance, I couldn't help feeling sore eyes, stretching myself, holding my cheek in my hand, and looking at the night scene outside the window, the bustling market, the bright lights and the crows on the other side of the branches. The night is surprisingly quiet. As long as there is a trace of trouble, people think it is a deliberate sound ... night, quiet, no sound, only the wind is still blowing naughtily.
Everything is asleep. The stars winked and asked Mother Moon, "Mom, why did they all sleep as soon as we came out?" Mother Moon smiled and stroked the children's heads without answering. 10, the night in the country is always beautiful, without the hustle and bustle of the city, but it is a little more quiet inadvertently.
Like many rural children, I grew up in this place far from the city. And the greatest pleasure is to invite a few good partners at night, carrying their own little lanterns to the hillside to count the stars and watch the moon.
Even if you are accused by adults, you can't change your nature. 1 1, the town is quiet at night.
Through the thin clouds, moonlight shines on the road, replacing thousands of fireworks. In the window, bright lights flashed and slowly went out.
The fluorescent lights in the store and the neon lights on the store name will also go out. The car stopped, there were fewer people, and almost everyone went home.
The trees on the roadside stopped shaking, and the sound of rustling leaves disappeared. The whole town was shrouded in a thin layer of fog, adding a different kind of mystery.
Quiet, everything is quiet, and it is quiet ... 12, the night is quiet, quiet, quiet. It is drizzling outside, adding a touch of beautiful color to the quiet night.
The dark night sky and the gentle rain mixed into a quiet night. 13, the starry sky makes me no longer lonely. It's my pleasure to have the company of the stars.
They made me forget the darkness of the world, the fear of walking in the darkness, and the helplessness. This also reminds me that besides the bright sunshine, the light of the stars is also brilliant.
I expect the starry sky to be bright every night! 14, the chirping of insects sounded in the garden of the community. These great natural musicians are playing a grand natural concert. The symphonies played by these natural musicians are so crisp, so beautiful and deeply rooted in people's hearts, which makes people feel the harmonious beauty of nature.
In all musical instruments, whether it is elegant guzheng performance or impressive piano performance, they are eclipsed by the music played by these natural musicians.
5. Stay overnight, Zen master Ye (1). Waiting for my friend Ding (Meng Haoran) at sunset, valley after valley, gloomy.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and snow and frost turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses, carrying heavy snow on our bows and swords and chasing them. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night.