Poems about "Wind chimes":
1.
Date of Man Tingfang Xiushui Dense Green? Song? Author:? Huang tingjian
Xiushui is thick green, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden-flowered frost heron, lotus path picks up beautiful apples. The xiangdu railing is dry and flexed, with red makeup reflected and thin and sparse. The wind is clear at night, the moon is full in the horizontal pond, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. Listen. After a light rain, the algae bloomed and the duckweed was trivial. Then transfer, Hu Chuang Xiang Shan square screen. The practice scales are full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves are ringing with wind chimes. Re-open the banquet, Yaochi Xueqin, Shanlu Buddha head green.
2.
year:? Song? Author:? Shen duanjie
seeks victory. The lake is clear and sparse. Where is the sound? Wind chimes correspond to words. The eyes are broken and the forest is repaired. Draw the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The landscape shines brightly on everyone. Splendid sentences are born in the heart.
3.
Year:? Song? Author:? Jin Shurou
Rain and wind chimes. Didi Dingding. Into a pillow of parting feelings. It's a pity that Tao Xueshi was alone in the post booth. The wild geese sing in autumn. Good news is hard to rely on. Flowers must steal several divinations to return home. It is expected that the autumn is late at home and the chrysanthemum is full of cold cities.
4.
Year:? Don? Author:? Yuan Zhen
adjusts the spirit in July, and brews green grains in March. Carve a jade lamp and bake through the inner mound bottle.
try to drip the heart dew, and it is suspected that it will add to the case. Full of water, I wish the stars fall on the ground.
You can only smell the fragrance of stone marrow when you turn over the mud. Curling is through the horn, and the golden mirror is through the cloud screen.
the snow reflects light and smoke is thin, and the frost is colorful. The mussel beads are hanging bright and the osmanthus is falling down.
if you sprinkle cicadas during the day, you will drink them, but if you wave cranes at night, you will listen by mistake. The glass is too white, and the stalactites are slightly blue.
I dare to resign, and I can learn from my pity. If you are tired of custom, you have to create Zen.
why don't you say that a thousand days is better than a hundred years old? But it makes the ants grow, and there is no hate for the duckweed.
being bold also increases qi, and forgetting the machine will make you forget yourself. The urn sleeps on Bi Zhuo, and the bad book remembers Liu Ling.
It's like the Mid-Holy Day, and it's a big family meeting. The substrate must be in front of you, and the right seat is left to him.
bone scraping is painless, if the mud doesn't stop. The remnant is still desolate, and the Chinese candle is already shining.
I'll see the truth temporarily, and I'll listen to crazy songs half asleep. Noisy fight for spirit, teasing and learning to be graceful.
I don't know anything about drunkenness, but I'll stay away for a while. The cock crows to wake up, and the toad shadows to wake up.
swallow the cuckoo and crow the bamboo, and tease the geese to go to the pavilion. The arrow leaked from the remote city, and the wind chimes rang in the township temple.
once Chu ze was a stalk, Yao's rank changed repeatedly. Drunkenness is not the only thing, and I have been dreaming for a few times.
every time you cry at the end of the road, the guest has no tears today. I feel that you are sincere in wine, but I don't send Wei and Jing.
5. The Three Mountains Temple
Date:? Don? Author:? Tang Yanqian
Three mountains and rivers go up to the temple, and the palace looks at it. The stone path invades the tall trees, and the beach is semi-seedling.
when a monk returns to the evening, a flock of herons stay in the cold wave. Listening to the wind chimes from afar, the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties.
6.
year of "You Nan Ming Shan":? Don? Author:? Tang Yanqian
has heard about Nanming Mountain and Munanming Temple for a long time. I want to board several times, and I am disturbing people every day.
in leisure, we meet suddenly. It's a pleasure to travel and talk about it.
wading across the southwest, it's a long way away. The rocks are stacked in a thousand layers, and the cliffs rise in the air.
white clouds lock the peak waist, and red leaves hide the creek mouth. Long vines winding virtual rocks, sparse flowers reflecting cold water.
The Brahma Monastery is arched with gold and silver, and the Gallery is illuminated by Danqing. Liang Shi lies in the autumn, and wind chimes make eaves.
the deep hole is covered with moss and cloudy, and the blue air drops clear rain. A narrow intestine turns a short distance, and a bird's path turns a thousand miles.
when you bend to the meditation room, the master likes to stay. Incense is smoked by fire, and tea is boiled by clear spring.
if you are idle, you will have a night contract. The kitchen is full of food, and the urn is full of fragrance.
take off the crown and hang the pine, while the white stone leans on it. It's time to clean up the dust and worry about it.
lots are used to promote the spread of divination, and throwing pots is more connected. Come and win, forget you when you are drunk.
suddenly, I heard the roar of Bulao, and the sunset was clouding the island. Whistling out smoke, whipping away.
Prose on "Wind chimes":
Wind chimes Lin Qingxuan
I have a wind chime, which was brought back to me by a friend from Europe. The wind chime consists of five steel pipes, and its appearance is nothing
special. What is special is that the wood chips hanging vertically under the wind chimes are thin and wide, about two palms wide.
Because the wood chips used to sense the wind are huge, the wind chime is very sensitive to the wind, and it
will tinkle even if the wind is extremely thin.
The sound of wind chimes is beautiful and long. I don't sound like bells at all, but music.
Wind chimes are the music of the wind, which makes us feel cool in summer and warm in winter.
Wind has no image, no color and no sound, but wind chimes make the wind have image, color and sound
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for the wind, wind chimes are awareness, observation and moving.
Every time I listen to the wind chimes and feel the existence of the wind, I feel that our life flows like the wind, which is almost
difficult to master, so we need the wind chimes in our hearts to be aware of the flow of life, observe the content of life and feel
moved by the accidental meeting of life and life.
With the wind chimes, although the wind blows, it still leaves a wonderful sound.
With the wind chime of the heart, even if life has passed, it will leave a touching trace.
Every time the wind blows, every step of the years will be so real.
Never broken purple wind chimes (prose)
When I was very young, I once had a string of purple wind chimes. The wind chimes were not mine, but those of a dumb sister. In my memory, she always stood at a distance and watched us children play. A string of purple wind chimes made of glass hung on their balcony. Whenever spring came, I played with the children in the yard. The breeze blows the tinkling sound of the wind chimes. Accompanied by the wind chimes, all the friends are having a good time, but I accidentally see a girl older than me always standing in the distance watching us. Sometimes, she will watch us play on the balcony. What interests me is not her self-pity but the tinkling sound of the wind chimes. I once asked my mother, "Mom, why doesn't that sister talk?" Mother said to me, "She is different from us. She can only talk with her hands." I asked, "Why can she only talk with her hands?" Mother didn't make a sound.
When I was a child, I was interested in everything, such as insects on the ground, leaves on trees, neighbors' conversations in the yard, and glass marbles in the hands of boys. However, since the dumb sister hung up the wind chime, my soul seemed to follow the sound of the wind chime. When I was tired of playing, I would stop and stay in the yard for a while, and the rubber band stopped jumping. It was in a sunny afternoon when a lot of dragonflies flew in. When it flew in, it stopped on the stone table in the courtyard. I caught it. Just when I was so happy, she ran over and grabbed my dragonfly. At that time, I was really anxious. I said, "Give me my dragonfly back, give me my dragonfly back." She was so excited that she seemed to want to have a closer look. I grabbed it ... The dragonfly died, and she was so scared that she kept shaking her hand, which seemed to be apologizing to me. I started to cry with a wow, crying and shouting "I want you to pay for it, I want you to pay for it". I cried too much, and then I ran to my mother to cry. My mother was cooking, and when she saw me crying into a little tearful person, she scolded her. I was in tears. When I saw her in the yard, I spat at her. Sometimes I asked my friends to throw stones at her, and I nicknamed her "dumb wind chime".
I went to school, and my mother, a first-grade elementary school student, sent me to school, and dragged me into the classroom. I remember that I finished my first class in tears, and the students in the classroom read aloud "The ice and snow melted and the fruit trees blossomed". When I came home from school, there was no one at home. I climbed onto the stone table in the yard with my schoolbag on my back and played. I accidentally fell off the stone table, my head was broken, and I was unconscious immediately .................................................................................................................... I felt a warm and kind smell in her body. She gestured to me with her hand, as if telling me to lie still. After a while, my parents came. They eagerly asked me if I was in pain, could I hear them, and asked me if I remembered anything before. Later, I heard from the doctor that it was delivered in time. If I came late, my memory might be affected by excessive blood loss. Fortunately, the wound didn't count. Otherwise, my life would be hard to protect. My mother looked at the dumb girl and shed tears with excitement. I lived for more than a month and was discharged from the hospital healthily.
After this incident, I found that this dumb girl, who is five years older than me, no longer annoys me so much. On the contrary, I always felt that she had beautiful eyes, a pointed nose and a Zhang Wenjing face. She was already beautiful, and sometimes I wondered why I never found her so beautiful. And the string of wind chimes on her balcony. I always thought it was the most beautiful, especially when the wind blew and the wind chimes shook. But now, without her standing on the balcony, no matter how the wind chimes shook, no matter how beautiful the bell sounded, something seemed to be missing. Once, she helped others water flowers in the yard, and I ran over with a pen and paper. At that time, I just could write some words. I stood in front of her and looked at her. She took the paper and smiled and wrote a few words, "Why?" I took the paper to have a look. To my surprise, she not only writes, but also her handwriting is so beautiful. I immediately wrote a few words and handed them to her, "Because without you standing on the balcony, the wind chimes would not be beautiful." I saw her smile, and she smiled while touching my face. I wrote a few words and handed them to her, "You look so beautiful when you smile, which is more beautiful than flowers." I didn't know how to express it at that time. I changed the "dumb wind chime" to "purple wind chime". Sometimes, I will call her Sister Wind chime or Purple Wind chime, and she doesn't care what I call her. She always smiles when she sees me, and I always like her to smile when she looks at me. Whenever I meet something interesting, I always run to find her with a pen and paper, so she writes it over, and I write it over. The wind chimes on the balcony will also sound. Sister Fengling and I have become best friends. Sometimes I feel that she is closer than my mother. Every time I come back from school, the first thing I have to do is to run to her with a pen and paper, and tell her about my study and all the interesting things in school. I help her water the flowers and pinch her shoulders. She helps me get milk and help me read my composition. But my only regret is that she can't talk. I used to. Why can't Sister Fengling talk? This is why, this is why. "
Unfortunately, it's still here. Once I came home from school, I heard from my mother that the dumb family was going to move to a far-away place. I heard that it was going to move to Shanghai. I never dreamed that Sister Fengling would leave me so soon, which was the biggest misfortune for me. The day when their family moved, it rained heavily and I ran. I said that the bus had been out for more than an hour. I cried and ran in the rain with a pen and paper, thinking that she couldn't leave me so soon. The more I thought, the harder I ran. I chased the train station, which was not far from home, and soon arrived. I saw a dense crowd, and I cried while looking for someone at the train station.