There were no street lamps in the countryside more than 20 years ago. It was getting dark when I went home across the field at night. Usually, I feel my way home by the dim skylight.
Occasionally, there are stars, which brighten my eyes a lot and make me feel that there are stars in my heart.
With the moon, the whole heart is stable and there is no fear of the night. In South Taiwan Province Province, especially in summer nights, the moon's light is particularly brilliant, which can clearly extend the whole mountain road.
The moonlight in the country is hard to describe. It doesn't come from the outside like the projection of the sun. Its light seems to seep slightly from grass trees, from streets, from flowers and leaves, and even from eaves and walls. Sometimes I mistakenly think that everything has its own light. If there is fog at night, there is fresh air everywhere. When fireflies fly in groups, they seem to be elves falling out of the moonlight.
It's great that everything in the moonlight has light!
Even better, in the moonlight, we also feel that there is a moon and light in our hearts. Although the light is not as warm as the sun, it is cool and refreshing, and we can feel the coolness of the moon from our fingernails to our toes.
Go a long way, look up. The moon always follows us and shines on us. In childhood, the moon in our mind has a kind life, just like someone holding a lamp to guide us. We are on the road and the moon is on the road; We are at the top of the mountain, and the moon is at the top of the mountain; We are by the river and the moon is in the river; When we got home, the moon happened to be in front of our house.
Until now, when I was a child, I saw the moon, and the countryside under the moonlight is still vivid. But there is a little myth that the moon will always follow us. Is it illusion or reality? It can be said that it is both an illusion and a reality. Because we know that there is only one moon, everyone thinks that the moon follows us, which is an illusion; But when the moon is with us, we feel that the moon is unique and shines only for me. It's true.
I won't know until I grow up. The fact is that there is a moon in everyone's heart, which is unique and bright in Zhan Ran. The moon shines on us and reflects the moonlight. I feel that the moon in the sky is also the moon in my heart. In this world, everyone has the moon buried in their hearts, but they just don't know it. Only a few people, in the darkest moment, still radiate the light of the moon, that is, those who perceive themselves as the moon.
This is why Zen Buddhism refers to pointing at people's hearts as "pointing to the moon", pointing to the moon in the sky to teach people to see, and forgetting to point when seeing the moon; Educating people has a bright moon in their hearts. As soon as the light appears, they must abandon enlightenment. It just shows that the moon in people's hearts and the moon on the horizon are corresponding and inclusive, so it is said that "there are thousands of rivers with water, and Wan Li without clouds in Wan Li". Even though rivers are thousands of miles away, every article has a bright moon. I have seen many poems about the moon before, and some of them can quite express the realm of "the moon in my heart", such as Wang Yangming's House of the Moon:
The mountain is near the moon and the sidewalk is bigger than the moon;
If people's eyes are as big as the sky, they should see that the mountains are higher and the moon is wider.
Indeed, if we can open our hearts as big as the sky, isn't the moon among them? It's just that most people are narrow-minded, and it seems that the mountain is bigger than the moon. There is also Ye Qingyin by Shao Yong, a Neo-Confucianist in the Song Dynasty:
When the moon reaches the center of the sky, the wind comes to the water;
The general meaning is clear and little is known.
From the moon to the heavenly heart, from the wind to the water, there is a cool and clear meaning, which can only be understood by subtle feelings, which ordinary people can't understand.
When we look at the moon, if we only see the moon in the sky and can't see the moon in the soul, then the moon is only a short encounter. Where can we talk about eternal beauty?
So go back to yourself and make yourself bright!
2. Poetry or prose describing the moon 1, on such a bright line at the foot of my bed, may there have been frost? .
Li Bai 2, looking up, I found that it was moonlight. When I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home. Li Bai 3, the moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace.
Li Bai 4, until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us. Li Bai 5, a bright moon hangs high in the capital, and it is tempered.
Li Bai 6, the bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. Li Bai 7, drunk on the moon, the sage of dreams, the temptation of flowers, the monarch is the emperor.
Li Bai 8, behind her closed window, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? . Li Bai 9. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
Li Bai 10, we both hold high the idea of going far away and yearn for the sky and the bright moon. Li Bai 1 1, Emei Mountain is half moon and autumn, and it is reflected in Pingqiang River.
Li Bai 12 The breeze blows my belt, and the moon shines on my piano. Wang Wei 13, the voice is too low for anyone to hear except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue.
The moonlight shines in the pine forest and the crystal stone shines in the stream. Wang Wei 15, the puddle widens with the moon, and the torrent bends with the mountain.
Ma Dai 16, wild geese are soaring in the bright moonlight, and the chief of Tatar people is fleeing in the dark. Lu Lun 17, he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! .
Du Fu 18, the windows in the sky are shining, and the moonlight on the nine cloud platforms is shining. Du Fu (19), in the morning, took care of the waste and brought the lotus home.
Tao Yuanming 20, speechless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Li Yu 2 1, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.
Xin Qiji 22, poor September third night, dew like a pearl like a bow. Bai Juyi 23, a bullet in water and a bullet in a month, half into the river, half into the clouds.
Couplet 24, the moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south. When Liu looked in the mirror at the age of 25, she saw that her hair cloud was changing, but she used her evening song to challenge the cold of the moonlight.
Li Shangyin 26 will bow like a full moon and look at Sirius in the northwest. Su Shi 27, the court is as empty as water, the algae in the water is horizontal, and the shadows of bamboo and cypress are also covered.
Su Shi.
3. The famous poem about the moon rising from Dongshan lingers between bullfights. Song Sushi's "Former Red Cliff Fu" is not a good night in this life. Where to see the bright moon next year? Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night. Song Xinji's "Xijiang Moon" fell in love with me and had a night party. Qing Yuanmei's "Spring Miscellaneous Poems" sleepwalks for thousands of nights. Frost comes in the evening. In Qingpu's "Liang Wen Yu Yu Yu Yu Jing Kou", the willow shoots are on the moon, and people meet after dusk. -Ouyang Xiu Moon, at this time, the sea is full and the horizon is * * *. -The bright moon is on the mountain in the sky, Zhang Jiuling, and the sea of clouds is boundless. -Li Bai, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. -Li Bai, the bright moon is hanging in the sky and the glory is wet. -.
4. There are more original poems describing the moon than San Bian's Broken Chapters. I see two moons: roughly similar, but different. One is now wearing a bird's clothes in the sky; She does not spare her kindness, and gold and silver are everywhere. She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City, and the three seas are beautiful. She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine. She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk! But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things; Sometimes I can only see stars in the sky. Without that charming round face, I will still come back then, but it's a little hard to miss! You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is! She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn; She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden! What is commendable is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Korea: I love the surging silver waves, and there are music bells in the waves; Even those ponytail bubbles are better than carved jewels. The perfect moon will never be incomplete! As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven! Xu Zhimo's "Two moons" The moon rises with the sound of a carving returning to its nest, and the fish leaps out of blue light and plays the piano to interpret ancient legends. Many unknown people's eyes rested on the birch tree, revealing the wisdom and detachment of the night, but they threw themselves at the moon with infinite tenderness. It was also the window that was wrapped in ice flowers and melted in the dream that was cut by the grandmothers who posted it on the window that night. Where the moon rises. Let's go, the fragrant flowers of the moon and the dark subway, and the dead branches of messy roads are spreading in the city. The blood vessels in our lives are bustling, vehicles and people take care of each other, and they are in a hurry. The corrupt cells are walking like strong lives, my past and my future. Lovelorn, what else can I sacrifice? It is my insides that are neither cold nor dirty-farewell, my soul leaves my fragile body, banishes you to your place and flies freely. I'm not giving you a happy hometown-farewell, my dream, my years leave this desolate place, leave this clean and dirty place, just go, go, drag the immortal body to find the fragrance of the moon. I saw two moons: she didn't spare her kindness, and her gold and silver were everywhere. She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City, and the three seas are beautiful. She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine. She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk! But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things; Sometimes I can only see stars in the sky. Without that charming round face, I will still come back then, but it's a little hard to miss! You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is! She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn; She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden! What is commendable is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Korea: I love the surging silver waves, and there are music bells in the waves; Even those ponytail bubbles are better than jewelry. The perfect moon will never be incomplete! As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven.
5. Lin Qingxuan's prose poem "From the Moon to the Heavenly Heart"-a beautiful essay of wisdom.
Zhu's Gardening and Metallurgy
Stories about the moon;
Peek at the moon between your fingers with one eye;
[Love Story]: Moon:
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From the Moon to the Heart of Heaven
There were no street lamps in the countryside more than 20 years ago. It was getting dark when I went home across the field at night. Usually, I feel my way home by the dim skylight.
Occasionally, there are stars, which brighten my eyes a lot and make me feel that there are stars in my heart.
With the moon, the whole heart is stable and there is no fear of the night. In South Taiwan Province Province, especially in summer nights, the moon's light is particularly brilliant, which can clearly extend the whole mountain road.
The moonlight in the country is hard to describe. It doesn't come from the outside like the projection of the sun. Its light seems to seep slightly from grass trees, from streets, from flowers and leaves, and even from eaves and walls. Sometimes I mistakenly think that everything has its own light. If there is fog at night, there is fresh air everywhere. When fireflies fly in groups, they seem to be elves falling out of the moonlight.
It's great that everything in the moonlight has light!
Even better, in the moonlight, we also feel that there is a moon and light in our hearts. Although the light is not as warm as the sun, it is cool and refreshing, and we can feel the coolness of the moon from our fingernails to our toes.
Go a long way, look up. The moon always follows us and shines on us. In childhood, the moon in our mind has a kind life, just like someone holding a lamp to guide us. We are on the road and the moon is on the road; We are at the top of the mountain, and the moon is at the top of the mountain; We are by the river and the moon is in the river; When we got home, the moon happened to be in front of our house.
Until now, when I was a child, I saw the moon, and the countryside under the moonlight is still vivid. But there is a little myth that the moon will always follow us. Is it illusion or reality? It can be said that it is both an illusion and a reality. Because we know that there is only one moon, everyone thinks that the moon follows us, which is an illusion; But when the moon is with us, we feel that the moon is unique and shines only for me. It's true.
I won't know until I grow up. The fact is that there is a moon in everyone's heart, which is unique and bright in Zhan Ran. The moon shines on us and reflects the moonlight. I feel that the moon in the sky is also the moon in my heart. In this world, everyone has the moon buried in their hearts, but they just don't know it. Only a few people, in the darkest moment, still radiate the light of the moon, that is, those who perceive themselves as the moon.
This is why Zen Buddhism refers to pointing at people's hearts as "pointing to the moon", pointing to the moon in the sky to teach people to see, and forgetting to point when seeing the moon; Educating people has a bright moon in their hearts. As soon as the light appears, they must abandon enlightenment. It just shows that the moon in people's hearts and the moon on the horizon are corresponding and inclusive, so it is said that "there are thousands of rivers with water, and Wan Li without clouds in Wan Li". Even though rivers are thousands of miles away, every article has a bright moon. I have seen many poems about the moon before, and some of them can quite express the realm of "the moon in my heart", such as Wang Yangming's House of the Moon:
The mountain is near the moon and the sidewalk is bigger than the moon;
If people's eyes are as big as the sky, they should see that the mountains are higher and the moon is wider.
Indeed, if we can open our hearts as big as the sky, isn't the moon among them? It's just that most people are narrow-minded, and it seems that the mountain is bigger than the moon. There is also Ye Qingyin by Shao Yong, a Neo-Confucianist in the Song Dynasty:
When the moon reaches the center of the sky, the wind comes to the water;
The general meaning is clear and little is known.
From the moon to the heavenly heart, from the wind to the water, there is a cool and clear meaning, which can only be understood by subtle feelings, which ordinary people can't understand.
When we look at the moon, if we only see the moon in the sky and can't see the moon in the soul, then the moon is only a short encounter. Where can we talk about eternal beauty?
So go back to yourself and make yourself bright!
6. Poetry about the Moon 1. 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. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . Meng Haoran: Sleeping on Jiande River) 3. Moonlight shines in the pine forest, and stones flow upward in the clear spring. (Wang Wei: Living in the mountains in autumn) 4. Moon black goose. The Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness. (Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai) 5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: Drinking the bright moon alone) 6. I don't know the month for an hour, so it's called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: The Ancient Waves Exploring the Moon) 7. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo Pavilion) 8. Birds are startled in the mountains in the moon, and the spring stream rings sometimes. Ask for wine from the sky ... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. (Su Shi: "Water melody?" When will there be a bright moon? ) 10. Mingyueguan in Qin Dynasty, Mingyueguan in Han Dynasty, and people did not return on the Long March. (Wang Changling: Out of the Fortress) 1 1. The poor third night in September is like a pearl moon and a bow. (Bai Juyi: Mujiang Song) 12. He knew that the dew tonight would be frost. Crystal gems in the stream. (Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei) 14. An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. (Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou) 15 The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight. (Xin Qiji