In the clear autumn, you are drunk, the evening breeze is cool, and the ritual is like a dream. The flute is clear and wonderful, circling the beam three inches, and bypassing the years of circulation between the fingers. A cup of green tea, a deep look under the moonlight, looking and tasting, I am also drunk. I don't doubt that tea can intoxicate people and eyes can intoxicate them. The moon has never seen or drunk anything, and I am drunk in this affectionate sea of clouds and autumn waters in Gusu City. You see the bright moon among the lights, although it is far away from Qingyun, but it is not inferior to the lights; You see the bright moon between the treetops, although it is covered by the horizontal branches, but it does not cover up the light. People say that the moon is lonely, but it doesn't seem so now. There are breezes, branches and lights in this long night. Who is happier than who, who is more peaceful than who?
what a beautiful day it is. Is it necessary to sing this song every clear autumn and every festival? The lights are dim, and you and I are facing each other. I have prepared a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Whether you want to drink it alone or drink it, it's all right. Cup after cup, if you are not a fairy in wine, don't get drunk, otherwise how can you appreciate the long moonlight hanging in the sky? Close your eyes and remember for a long time. Open your eyes, there is no hate in the breeze, and the moon is affectionate. The years are quiet. Walking in the endless sea of people, waiting for a meter that can be recited leisurely in the bottom of my heart, waiting for the long and dull water of my own. A bunch of bodhi, a lotus blossom, pick up the heart full, and then gently let go of the past persistence. If you can't get enough, you can't let go. Now, it is enough to tell the moon about your worries.
I like Ban Jieyu's "A Song of Sorrow". Although at the end of the poem, the phrase "Tao in kindness" describes the sadness of women in the palace, but Changxin Palace is in the deep and eternal lane of the Han Palace, which may be the clearest place. A plain silk, a solitary lamp and a round fan. The night is lonely. Since fate is so arranged, I will enjoy the silence, even if I complain in this silence, it is very beautiful. "New crack JiWan element, fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut it into a acacia fan, and it is like a bright moon. " Although her beautiful words and thoughts failed to capture your heart, they left a clean stroke in the secret history of the empresses of Emperor Liu Ao of Han Dynasty. When the bright moon at that time can shine into the clear heart, many grievances will disappear with the wind.
You can see the clear water, the bright moon and your heart. The moonlight is as pure as a young child. However, the Millennium is high, although it is still hazy, but it is also like a dream, and it has undergone great changes. Beyond the ups and downs, life after life, looking for the loss in the vast life. This word-for-word commitment, word-for-word cause and effect, is no longer seen at the beginning of that year, Na Yue first took photos.
In everyone's eyes, the bright moon has a different flavor. Li Bai's unrepeatable wildness begged for too many bright moons all his life. "the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea", he is the most predestined relationship with the bright moon. So is Su Shi. However, the bright moon in his eyes is sometimes lonely and contradictory. "Lack of month hanging sparse tung, leak off people at the beginning of the static. See you alone, dimly discernible solitary Hong Ying "This is a whip lonely Leng Yue. Du Fu, who went through the chaos from prosperity to decline, saw the bright moon in his eyes as only sadness and sadness, so he called it "he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!". This is the bright moon in the eyes of the ancients. Nowadays, people, in our eyes, may be looking at the bright moon and thinking about their worries, and they will no longer be chanting poems and harmoniously. However, in the cool evening breeze of Mid-Autumn Festival, I gradually understood the loneliness and beauty of the bright moon. The past is vivid, and time flies. We want to pick up what we lost and wait quietly for a hangover. Dreams are the most familiar and unfamiliar pictures.
in ancient times, such a quiet time would be filled with sound. There are chilling words written by Liu Yong, clear corners blowing cold in Jiang Kui's slow words, and women in nineteen ancient poems, either promoting weaving or smashing clothes. True silence is not silence, but a little sound as peaceful as moonlight just rings in my ears. A leaf, a sound, evokes inner calm and quiet thoughts, which is related to romantic and memory. Hands are empty, palms are stretched out, and there is a clear light between palms, perhaps the moonlight forgotten in the palm. Moonlight can be forgotten in the palm of your hand, not to mention the leisurely peace and gentle memory. Mid-Autumn Festival, the festival of reunion, a bright moon can send acacia thousands of miles away. Homesickness and acacia are the most painful and beautiful dreams in everyone's heart. Remote delivery at this time is a kind of entrustment, a long wait for yourself to drink but not get drunk.
What are we waiting for? Maybe we don't know. It can be a lost time in a hurry, a quiet moment in a bustling world, or a future that you are worried about and look forward to. There are many things that make us wait persistently. Moonlight, like sunshine, covers the depths of the soul and brings people purity and warmth. This warmth, let this life wait alone, not in vain.
Qingyue is still there, drunk in Shui Yunjian. I am waiting here for the moment when the bright moon rises. The picture brushed in my mind is still clear and beautiful. You've been drunk, so have I. Because this warmth that will not be abandoned like the bright moon needs to wait. Even sitting in the green north of the Yangtze River, sitting in the cold south of the Yangtze River, sitting in the thin moon and sitting in the old castle peak, we will never give up. Sitting empty is boring, so drink.
was that year still so clear? In the dream of chanting, the scene seems vaguely like yesterday. Only yesterday I sat in it, and now I look at myself sitting in it. Thank you, thank you for this round of clear moon that never leaves.