A fallen leaf attracts autumn rain and cries every night.
A full moon sheds endless lovesickness. ...
Are you lonely at night? Why do you have nothing to do, except your dense sigh, many voices are locked in the dark, and no one knows the secret behind you. Autumn rain, you put on a wedding dress for the moon and handed over the most affectionate poems. As a result, the moon, which should have been radiant, put away its sweet smile and became gentle and charming, sometimes shy, like a bride at a wedding.
A breeze disrupted Qiu Meng's pace. The willows on the river bank are dancing with their charming posture, and the artistic conception is very abstract and blurred. It seems to tell me that all this is a scam! But is the gentle moon deceiving the lingering autumn rain, or is the fickle autumn rain betraying the simple moon? Only the mysterious night sky knows this. After all, who knows what will happen at dawn? Just like everyone who lives in this ancient Jingzhou city, which is known as "Jingchu culture" everywhere, there is a feeling of being cheated. I didn't know until I woke up that Jingzhou cheated you with its 3000-year history. Now I finally understand that I was so small and insignificant three thousand years ago! In three thousand, how much do you weigh?
Such a night, such an autumn wind and drizzle, such confusion. Sitting alone in front of the window, overlooking the moonlight crushed by autumn rain. Once again, my thoughts were pulled into a frozen dream and stayed in a quiet memory. Looking around, it is also this hazy moonlight that shines on China's 5,000-year civilization and glory, feels countless human joys and sorrows, and witnesses the eternal vows. It is in this moonlight, in this land of Jingchu, which once competed for romantic love, that Zhuge Liang drew his own grand plan-taking Jingzhou as his home first, then going to Bashu in the west, Nanping barren, Sun Wu in the east, * * * seeking cao thief, unifying the whole country and restoring the Han Dynasty, just around the corner! However, even if Zhuge Liang's strategy is profound, even if the five tigers are brave, they can't compete with this moonlight. Otherwise, how could Lu Xun cross the Yangtze River at night and outsmart Jingzhou? It is with the help of this hazy moonlight that he has it! Should we laugh at Guan Yu's carelessness or admire Lu Xun's wisdom and cunning? Or "Moonlight Charming"? After all, today's bright moon refers to letting it go, but it is only broken walls and historical fragments that have been dusty for thousands of years. It can really be said that people are still drunk when they don't know where to go. Alas! Alas!
The ancient moon shines on today's people, and today's worries are better than the ancients.
A full moon drags scene after scene, looking for the lost window under the vast night sky, and each window is secretly waiting for the missing figure in the previous life. Qu Yuan asking for the moon heaven, sigh nine songs; Until Li Bai, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us; Whose eyes are wet under the moon, he sings a song in the water: "When will there be a bright moon?" Asking for wine from the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish this in ancient times. I hope that people will last for a long time and thousands of miles will be beautiful. " However, the moonlight tonight was deceived by the autumn rain. Who should Qiu Si rely on tonight? Who should I tell the secret of tonight? I wonder if it will rain in Mao Mao in the palace tonight.
Night, can you lend me a pair of wings? Let me go with the wind, say hello to Chang 'e and good night to Yue Laodao.
Tonight, sadness should not come. ...
Tonight, it's a pity that no one will do it again!
That's all! That's all!
Night, drunk; Month, also drunk.
At this moment, who is knocking at my window, who is plucking the strings, who is still knocking at my heart ... Let the forgotten time reappear before my eyes. ...
Someone once asked me, "Where will you go after graduation?" I said, "I don't know. My dream is there, so I will fly there. " Now it seems that this is really nonsense!
A netizen once said to me, "In fact, you don't like surfing the Internet, you just want to get rid of it …" I was really speechless at that time. I don't know if I really need to get rid of it. What do I want to get rid of?
Love is always like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, which is more and more elusive. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many literati have been troubled by this. Lu You said: "The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo." San Mao: "Love is Zen. Can't say, can't say, it's not right to say it. " Zhang Ailing said: "Born in this world, there is no feeling that is not riddled with holes." Even Liu Yong said: "The highest state of love is not to remember me, but to forget me, so as to avoid the pain I miss you." These are all interpretations of love. But love, love, what is it
At the beginning, I was puzzled to say that "lack is better than abuse", but now it seems a little self-deception! Just like a woman who lost her virginity, she had the cheek to say: I like being * * * * by fate!
Ridiculous! Ridiculous!
A hazy, tearful moonlit night; Dribble, pulling the rain; Entanglement, give up acacia. Acacia rain, can also gently fall on your hair tips, fall on your heart?
Sometimes, I really want to hold a lamp and break through this tempting night to find the fading lightning and thunder. But I've been hiding in this room. Is it strange to meet each other late, or is it because I am not brave enough? Forget it, forget it, it doesn't matter anymore, just let it go with the wind! Tonight, I am alone, leaning against the window, listening to the moonlight pour out to the night, turning melancholy into rain and breaking the night. ...
It's really hard to open the curtains, remember sleeping on my chest and say goodbye. Only dreams are still sweet ... Tonight, the bright moon decorated my window. I wonder if I can decorate your dream!
Night, sleep; Month, tired; The wind blew gently through my window, but it didn't stop. Rain, gently stroking my face, very cool! Under the silent moonlit night, I can only see that the Yangtze River is still flowing. ...
Jingzhou, please sleep! Are you tired of carrying three thousand years of days and nights?
Yangtze River, please lend me a boat, let me go downstream and feel the love of the sea.
Tonight, I am a wandering rain, drifting and aimless;
Tonight, I am an elegant breeze, gently caressing without leaving a trace;
Tonight, I am a migratory bird passing by in a hurry. I can't take away a cloud with my wings!
this evening ...
Please forget me tonight!