Exclusive high-rise dust fate: live high-rise buildings alone and enjoy the best fate in the world.
Moonlight shines water and water into the sky: Moonlight shines water into the sky, and I can't tell you how beautiful it is.
Dongfang shangying
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The fishing fire in the river suddenly went out: that is, the river lost its luster
The scenery is vaguely old: at the age of 70, I only feel that I am not old, and I always think that I am as young as I used to be.
Enjoy the dust on the high building alone, and the moonlight shines in the sky. What does it mean that the fishing fire in the river suddenly goes out and the scenery is vaguely old? This poem guesses what animals are moving.
A person watching the scenery of the world from a tall building, the light and shadow of moonlight on the water has reached the horizon. The lights of the fishing boats in the river suddenly went out, and the scenery was as lingering as it was then. Osprey?
What is the song of moonlight, full moon, high moon and reunion?
Please don't say sorry to me.
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Singer: He Jie
Language: Mandarin
Album: Dare to Love
Release date: 2012-11-15
The problem with Moonlight on the Lotus Pond is that the moonlight shines through the trees. The high bush falls in the shadow of mottled (9), as steep as a ghost.
Direct description
Composition and Composition Conception On a moonlit night, the frost wind in the Shen River blew the moonlight, shining brightly on me and a big tree standing side by side, instead of leaning against it.
Moonlight night: the frost wind blows the moonlight, and I stand side by side with a big tree but not leaning. The whole poem has only four sentences. Unexpectedly, he expressed a sense of independence from the world from a high starting point. The whole poem is smooth and lively, with a perverse pulse. Some things can only be understood, but not said. We should also appreciate another taste: this little poem also fully expresses the spiritual orientation of an era with universal characteristics-freedom. Freedom to breathe, freedom of the soul. The emergence of this sense of freedom is the soil or foundation of modern poetry.