Along the path around the garden, clusters of fragrant flowers are blooming, and the fragrance permeates every corner of the garden like air. This is a lively garden. During the day, many children have to savor the life here before going to school. Many old people enjoy flowers and birds here at night, which is very comfortable. But after a while, it was very quiet here. Occasionally, there are one or two chirps, and the cricket is playing its lullaby. Everything is quiet, horribly quiet. The moonlight is weak tonight.
There are only two or three people in the garden. I put my hand in my pocket and enjoyed everything in the garden. The whole garden seems to belong to me at this time, and I seem to have surpassed myself and entered another world. Tonight, standing alone in this fragrant garden, I can't think of anything. At this moment, I feel like a free man. You can ignore what you usually have to do and say. Here, the soul can fly freely, which is the beauty here. I can enjoy the night in this unrestrained garden.
In this beautiful garden, I am looking forward to clusters of wild lilacs. The color of lilacs is very beautiful, just like countless purple trumpets blowing their beautiful melody into the sky. Just like a slender dancer's hand, or a small pendant tied around her waist, or a beautiful hairpin inserted in the hair of an ancient lady, the breeze blows, bringing bursts of fragrance, as if the beautiful melody flew into my ears. At this time, the flowers and leaves also trembled slightly, like lightning passing through the other side of the garden, and the ups and downs between flowers and leaves were like waves on the sea. There are many small yellow flowers at the bottom of the flower, so you can't see the whole picture of the flower, but lilacs are more beautiful.
The moonlight quietly sprinkled on the lilacs. In the bright moonlight, lilac petals are as crystal clear as cicadas, and dancers wear light skirts. The moonlight is still faint, but I think this kind of scenery makes my heart calm down gradually. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed. In the moonlight, the shadows of lilacs sway with the wind, like jumping notes on music scores or playing beautiful tunes.
There are many trees around the garden, but most of them are banyan trees, with uneven parameters and mottled refutation. From a distance, like a group of guardians of the garden. At this time, the moonlight and the lights complement each other. Under such a scene, the garden is surrounded by an intoxicating mist. Occasionally, some bugs fly slowly under the light, which I don't think I can enjoy.
I suddenly remembered Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane. In this season of lilacs in full bloom.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
Dai Wangshu longed to meet such a beautiful woman, slightly sad and sad. And I can only comb my thoughts and calm my heart in this yard full of lilacs by the fragrance of lilacs.
Slowly I walked home again, and my parents were already asleep.
Fish pond moonlight
I'm very upset these days. Sitting on the balcony to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the fish pond I passed every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the laughter of the children downstairs can no longer be heard; My wife watched TV in her room in a daze, counting the total number of gold medals in her country at the Olympic Games. I put on my clothes quietly and took the door downstairs.
Along the fish pond, it is a tortuous cement road. This was originally a very busy road; People who go to work during the day pass by, but they are quiet and lonely at night. On the north and south sides of the fish pond, there are many willows, which are lush. The street lamps on campus are not bright, and the streets are gloomy and scary at night without moonlight. On the way to the south, there is also a small fish pond lying in ambush, which makes people have to be careful. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, and I walked very slowly. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of a person. I can enjoy the moonlight in this small fish pond.
In the water of the fish pond, there are several clusters of lotus flowers, but there are no leaves from the field. Occasionally there are clusters of leaves that grow well, and the water is high, like the skirts of graceful dancers. There should be some elegant lotus flowers among the leaves, but these lotus flowers have only a few leaves. There are a bunch of leaves that don't even want to grow wholeheartedly, but just a few scattered leaves. Perhaps the sour smell released by the factory in front affected the interest of lotus growth. Naturally, there is no lotus leaf, even the lotus leaf is half-rolled, crawling on the water and fainting.
But such lotus leaves do not affect the caress of moonlight. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this small leaf. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; The street lights on campus are not on, and the moonlight shines through the treetops, leaving mottled shadows, but I think this is only a benefit-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap is unique. In such a hazy moonlight, it seems that everything is covered and everything is not so real. It seems that everyone definitely exists, but it seems that they don't necessarily exist. Everything was just a little careless.
The street lamps in the distance of the campus are all on, but they are not too bright and listless. They are the eyes of sleepy people. Trees are lively, and cicadas make unremitting efforts to announce their existence; Not far from the main road, there are occasional car sounds, and there will be short or long car horns at the corner; In the distance, someone's cell phone rang suddenly, and there was a burst of warm music, but soon someone answered the phone and the music was broken. On the contrary, it's a little lower and farther, and it's hard to hear clearly. But all this excitement belongs to others, and I have nothing. Next to this small fish pond, you can stand quietly, think nothing, say nothing, and let the moonlight shine all over your body from head to toe. Occasionally there will be blisters in the fish pond, which will make the water surface break again. But after a while, another bubble will rise. A few naughty koi fish, swimming around in the water, although can't see clearly, but can feel their leisure. Unfortunately, I'm not a fish, so I can't enjoy them. The fun is theirs, too I can't enjoy it.
Campus moonlight
The vast fog is a rare pastime. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind at night is really cold.
In the dead of night, I walked like this: along the cement road in front of the teaching building, through the humanistic signs on campus, around the green lawn, riding a circular street lamp to emit innocent light, stepping on my long and short shadow, tapping the ground with my heel, and Yu Yu walked forward.
"I was the only one on the road, walking around with this hand on my back. This world seems to be mine. " In the dead of night, there is no artistic conception of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. Without looking up, the city's night sky has long been polluted by colorful rainbows.
Through the back door of the campus, a breeze blew, and poplar leaves rustled like rain. The school dormitory lost its old lights, and the light was much dim. This moonlit night is quieter and there is not much noise. The full moon in the sky is covered with layers of pale yellow halo, neither fat nor thin, neither surprised nor pleased. "Tonight is good, although the moonlight is still faint."
"Hometown Ming", I remember a cartoon by Mr. Feng Zikai, "A few people reminisce in Jianglou". Mr. Wang sketched the characters on the balcony with a few strokes, but left most of the space for the full moon in the sky. Poetry is as simple as painting, clear and simple, but it tells the infinite thoughts of the world. "Thousands of miles away, * * * bright moon", a ray of light travels through time and space, shining on the kind face of my hometown father and the thoughts of my children in a foreign land. I wonder if this moonlight can cross the boundary of Yin and Yang and reach the world of * * *? At this time, I have more "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." This matter is ancient and difficult. "
The fragrance of the newly mowed lawn and the blooming chrysanthemums in the flower beds make the originally cool moonlit night a little more noisy. The moonlight is still as thin as running water, and the dim path is lined with mottled shadows. The breeze blows, blowing leaves, making the faint moonlight light and free.
"Under this boundless moon, a person can think of everything and can't think of anything, so he feels like a free man." Cicadas in the grass are still singing without worry, sadness or joy, and don't care about the harshness that this clear autumn will bring them. "Poor tonight, where to go, where to go leisurely? Is there another world, just to see you there, light and shadow in the East? " I occasionally think of Xin Qiji's Magnolia. Simple and lively, poetic, like Qiu Chan's singing.
The autumn wind blows gently, and the moonlight is like silver. I still stepped on the path paved with colored stones, and Yu Yu walked forward. On such a moonlit night, my white dress is a bit dazzling. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. I don't know where to go on such a moonlit night. A taciturn boy ten years ago? Or a young man who will compete with literature in 20 years? A breeze blew, and the path became more noisy. Like my faint worries, it was scattered all over the floor. I can't help laughing. I should go. Keep going.