Like a white crane, lying in the snow, sleeping in the clouds, sleeping by the stream, sleeping by the pond, sleeping by the ancient road ... In a quiet corner, Xiao is scattered in yellow, always full of autumn reeds: a yellow reed pole, a thin charm, a sunset photo of water.
And the reed flowers swaying in the west wind are either freehand with the softness of light blue or graceful with the solemnity of light purple. More often, they are scattered into a sea of silver flowers, which looks boundless, warm, gorgeous and vigorous ... overwhelming and endless to the ends of the earth.
This kind of white reed flower will always arouse people's feelings like snow, leaving a blank for different opportunities in life.
A canoe forever fascinated by life, like a reed leaf, floats from the stream in the clear reed, anything. "Since then, the ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai will spend the rest of his life." My heart is like a pool of autumn water, and my body is like a ship that is not tied. The wings of life are as light as reeds; Lonely ghosts are like "just a sandpiper in the wide world!" " .
I prefer to be an idle fisherman and let current events shine in the morning and evening, and the weather is myriad. I am still like a reed, calm and carefree, throwing the hook of life in the oblique wind and drizzle.
The wisps of reed flowers were blown into a white sea of snow by the west wind, which turned the dizzy situation into the coolness of fishing alone in the cold river and washed the love algae into the purity of the vast land.
Fishing came back, but I was too lazy to tie the rope and let the fishing boat drift in the wind; At this time, the waning moon is already in the west, but I am sleeping soundly.
One night the bright moon, one night the frost. In Piaoying, Lu Hua, it is clear autumn in the south. In prison, I miss you gently with the dancing reeds. Whose Yu Di flies in the dark and the autumn wind fills the city? This wailing, missing and complaining flute sounds like a gorgeous snake, coldly gnawing at the already scarred heart.
The mountains and rivers remain the same, and the late autumn remains the same. Yesterday's king of the country is now a prisoner. Lonely and deep, the moonlight is cold, and the phoenix tree is old. What a pity!
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
Perhaps, only a boat moored in the depths of the reed flower can bear the long-lost dream of yesterday and let the fettered thoughts have a little freedom like the reed flower.
Jingui belongs to the Moon Palace and has the charm of colorful clouds. Qiuju belongs to a hermit and is diluted by the leisurely Nanshan; Luhua belongs to the general public, with the simplicity of falling dust, humility with low eyebrows and surging thoughts.
Because it is ordinary, it is always in late autumn, snuggling up to Luoying like a pipa girl. Because they are simple, they will nest warmly with the sunset Qi Fei, and they will also be like lonely raccoons.
Because of humility and thinking, they are integrated with the human spirit, making these primate companions on the earth strive to become thinking reeds.