Thinking essays in the moonlight 1 The night is quiet, but I am not sleepy. I sat by the window with a glass of water and lingering music in my ear, which made the night very quiet.
Everything outside can be observed through the gap in the window. Listen, cicadas sing, disturbing the heart and loneliness. If you live like a dream, sigh the past. Looking up, I saw the stars all over the sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the branches, making the night more beautiful. In this quiet night, I made a faint miss.
If life is a dream, it is the geometry of happiness. Looking at the dim light in front of the window, I can't help feeling sad, not for the arrival of the July sun, not for the flowers everywhere, but for deep and shallow memories. Stand on tiptoe to see the world and look at your face. At this time, a meteor flashed across the sky, dazzling to disappear without a trace.
I love windows, not because of the fresh air outside, but because of a vine in front of the window. Lush vines climbed up the tree and quietly reached my room, which seemed a bit playful.
The evening breeze is cool, the lush leaves are swaying under the breeze, and strings of grapes hang in front of my window like wind chimes, some are purple, some are blue, and there are countless strings, feeling that they are shrouded in rich green. Water him when you are happy, and whisper to him when you are unhappy. He is always there quietly listening to me. During the day, I am bathed in the sunshine, and butterflies are spinning and dancing on it without restraint. At night, I disappeared. What ferry did you stop at? If you meet on the road, please stay, that's where I look for your footprints.
It grows in the rain when it rains, and drops of dew in the morning can turn into wine when it is cooked. It is a miracle.
My obsession with grapes stems from seeing a vine in my relatives' house when I was a child. Every year when the grapes are ripe, I will go to their house. The middle of the house with white walls and tiles is open. A tree extends to the roof, vines grow on its branches, and a bunch of grapes are given to me by relatives. I can't bear to eat them like a baby. I ran home and asked my mother to plant one in front of the stadium. My mother's unlucky words dispelled my thoughts. I didn't know it was a rumor until I grew up.
Faye Wong's song goes through the music (I woke up from my dream), and I woke up from my dream. I have been divided into two places, and no one can pull this separation back. In the country of love, how can someone keep coming and going? Who and who are old forever, come to the end of the years.
Buddha said; There is no love in the world of mortals. Is there love or not? Why do many people who love each other have to be separated, and how many people still love each other after separation. This is not something that one party can stop. Only by cherishing it can we know how important it is. So don't be impulsive. Impulse is the devil. It is not easy to meet in the vast sea of people and hold each other's hands until the end of time.
This is the Mid-Autumn Festival between trance and moonlight. For me, every holiday is an expectation and a torment.
As China people, especially farmers, family values are very strong. The son of a native farmer, no matter where he is, is destined to shed the blood of farmers and look forward to festivals, especially the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. I have lived in Xinjiang for more than a year. How are my hometown, relatives, fields and childhood friends? My hometown is the runway that I dream of taking off, and I will eventually fall back to this runway, because this is my root, and I am worried about what I cut out, so many childhood memories, countless sadness and happiness.
He's Homecoming Book says: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent does not change his temples. When a child meets a stranger, he will smile and ask where the guest is from. " Things have changed, which is sad, and probably no one wants this feeling. However, the reality oppresses you and me, and there is no guarantee to go home for the New Year. Even if it is a few years, you will feel how sad and bitter you are when you get home. Honest and young, you and I are far away from our hometown relatives, which is a necessary condition for growth. Only when you grow up can you be independent of the world. Although there will be unexpected difficulties, only by bearing alone can the shoulders become strong. What you have paid may not be rewarded, but your unwillingness to pay has nothing to do with you. Endure loneliness and strengthen the fragile mind. Mid-Autumn Festival is a good "festival". The robbery tested all the people who could not go home. In that case, why bother and bemoan it? In the face of difficulties, whether to face them bravely or go with the flow, I believe you still have a dream in your heart, and you will choose to face them bravely. Run to your dreams and strive to create a world of your own. Life is a road full of thorns. Do you like walking, or do you go straight to the finish line?
Walking on the road, you and I, put down our burdens and look up at the beautiful moon, believing that the moon will understand you.
Thoughts on the Moon Prose 3 carries a roll of ancient rhyme with a wisp of breeze, stepping on the moon and the elegance of the moon pillow. Xun Mei smells fragrant and laid-back. Rhyme with the piano, play drums and sing. Sandy bypassed the jade finger of Shui Mai, slipped the purples and clicked into her forehead. The sweet wind is near the window, so that lonely souls can dance with butterflies. In the moonlight, I walk around the moon and cherish the little stars in my dreams. The moon is bright and the flowers are thick
Bypassing Shui Mei's poems, wading through the river of years, and crossing the sadness of the bright moon. The water rhyme reflects the paper, the moon waves over the pen tip, the keyboard is long, and the starry night rings. Thoughts at all levels are higher than the top of your head, spreading thoughts, and a plum blossom in your heart quietly opens. At this time, the wonderful mandolin sound in the middle of the night flew over the deep sea and spread its wings.
Sitting quietly in the inner starlight, passing through the lotus. The girl playing the piano in Wan Ru, the fragrance of lotus is floating in the night wind. With the fragrance of ancient rhyme, stepping on melodious strings. The Millennium is frost. The girl who waded across the river of poetry, her hair was covered with dew, which was the fragrance of poetry and the fragrance of Wan Ru flowers, blooming heartily in the middle of the night.
The ancient rhyme carries a wisp of breeze, bypassing the clear sorrow of the water Mae and lighting up the sorrow of the bright moon. Lonely lights, cigarettes around the fingers, smoke rising from kitchen chimneys, an empty mind, incense that leisurely poem, light up the inner lights. Baked yellow fingers hit the keyboard, producing notes flying everywhere, nourishing my books and making my soul beautiful. In the middle of the night, the quiet moonlight hits at night and the flowers are overflowing.
Poetry crosses Neijiang, and the moon is sad at night. Hold a wisp of melodious rhyme and light a bunch of flowers. The girl wading across the river is in the middle of the water. Watch the petals sink into her mind, let the dew turn into frost tonight, and watch the fragrance of lotus flowers. In the middle of the night, it blooms quietly. The song that spread throughout the poet's heart, flying with ancient rhyme and fine words, lit up the stars tonight and fluttered.
Elegant around the clear sorrow of water Mae, point the trouble of the moon. My poetry is lit by the middle of the night, and its rhythm is gentle and charming. I am drunk in your heart, lying quietly reading poetry.
When I long for a drop of water, I am so thirsty. Longing for a drop of dew, so exciting. Elephants are full of love, and the idea of flowers all over the house is getting worse and worse. Protecting that fragrance is a foregone conclusion. Love is born of thirst, and there is no decent reason to give it. I always thought getting drunk was a show. After watching a refreshing movie, I had an extraordinary dream. A dandelion's dream flies, the falling flower is acacia, and beauty is the best.
Endless love always spreads in your hands like a dream of love, and there is always an unexpected awakening running through your whole artery. Those subtle beauties grow in the dark, and from the moment they are lifted to the moment they are settled, dangers happen all the time. A story is like a waterfall, and the answer is always so thrilling.
In fact, the most beautiful is you. From the moment you insisted, I felt your beauty. Because of your reserve, I have to think that you have surpassed loving me. If I can't give you a decent answer, just love! Honey. Honey. From the moment I miss you hysterically, you have been locked in the cradle of my love, because your beauty makes my mouth water and I want to be hungry. Your beauty came at me with your fragrance, and I was confused and loved, like a dream coming back to life. Once it is ignited, it becomes stronger and stronger and cannot be converged.
The night is too deep, not as deep as I thought. The dream of getting rid of mud and not dyeing lotus always lingers in the lotus pond, as if the lotus is really beautiful tonight. Just like in the shallow moonlight, you walk out of your graceful and beautiful figure on Yong Road, just like the reeds carrying the fragrance of lotus flowers to your dreams. The moonlight shines on you and slowly walks towards me. The fragrance passes through the reeds, like entering my love dream. I am shaking the reeds for you and letting them fly in your white dream. I don't want to wake up.
It's like a dream of your lovesickness, and it's like touching the acute angle of your lovesickness. That dusty dream is arranged in acacia. You are the most beautiful flash, and I love you the most.
A night of bitter rain lingers, and a night of lovesickness continues. In order to love you, even if I have exhausted everything, I will do whatever it takes, because love lets me know what love is. Knowing that life without you is really so hard is deeply grieved. You are my supreme beauty, and no one in the world can match you. Because I love you, I will ignore it like this. There is no reason to explain, and there is no answer to exclude.
Because your beauty makes me so emotional, because your beauty makes me want to love endlessly. From the first moment I saw you, I liked you very much and laid the foundation for loving you. If there is no reason to like it, how can I be so involved? From the excitement of love to the boiling point, it's all for you, all for you.
No one can separate you from me, because I like it. No matter at the ends of the earth or at the ends of the earth, two people will not be separated. Maybe you have heard the story of Liang Zhu become a butterfly? I think we are just like them. Flying with me means being together, being attached to each other and never parting.
If you love someone, you have to pay, even if you give yourself everything. A person quietly in the night, can't help but think of those beautiful love fragments, will devote himself wholeheartedly, as if involuntarily, insincerely join, pushing the level of love to a certain height, and he is the person in that dream.
Your lovely appearance, your elegant beauty, like transparent dew, are embedded in my pupil and my loving heart.
At this time, love here seems to happen all the time, and I am dreaming, thinking and loving.
I wonder if the moon will be full tonight. I'm waiting to see.
The moonlight is so bright tonight, shining in a round halo; It's hard to find a cool place in this steaming summer day. Walking and enjoying this round of full moon like water, I saw the clouds chasing the moon in the sky and sighed at the picture of the moon. It's great to enjoy it with your family on such a night. Chasing the bright moon to the lake. Hey! It's so comfortable A cool breeze is blowing. The evening breeze danced lightly, and the bright moonlight shone on the water, sparkling and drunk.
The moonlight shone on the lake, sparkling and silvery. Several cormorants grumbled, and the waves set off by the wind danced with the moonlight, waiting for the bamboo raft by the lake to be peaceful and comfortable. The night is already deep, the heat and summer heat are still suffocating the human body, and many people are constantly enjoying the summer moon. In the moonlight, pairs of men and women are touching, talking about me and my great love. Such a moonlit night is really an excellent place for trysts to love and enjoy the cool.
The moonlight is so bright tonight, as if it were the same as the day. Several chirping birds flew into the Woods and lost their homes. Looking up at the blue sky, there are few stars in the moon, clouds compete with the moon in the sky, and fish play in the water on the lake. This scene is full of poetry, Cao Cao's poem: "There are few stars in the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Three turns around the tree, what branches can rely on ... "Like this! I looked at the moon with ecstasy and saw it shining in the bay. I remember the story my father told me when I was a child. There was an old man playing straw sandals on the moon. It was so warm. Now that everyone else is gone, what I feel lost in my heart is just a beautiful story memory.
The night falls asleep quietly, and the bright moon is still high in the sky. It silently accompanies the world, listening to the croak of insects and frogs under the moon, and listening to the whispers of lovers. The motor of the car parked there is screaming endlessly and seems to be motionless. On such a hot day, men and women don't know whether it's sex or Wushan sex. On the grass, lovers embrace each other, and the moon hides in the clouds, unwilling to be a third wheel. They, they, enjoy the fun and the catharsis of body and mind, holding a bay of water-like moon alone.
I calmed down and wandered under the moon, witnessing this scene under the moon, and my heart began to surge. Wandering alone, missing my mother, wife and children far away in my hometown. It's a different kind of cold, and I live an uncertain life at present. Many things fall like mountains. When I see the hazy figure under the moon, it must be that the straw sandals old man is tired and misses his children and grandchildren. Drunk and tired, I trudged home step by step. The moon broke through the clouds and the earth was as bright as day. My heart suddenly contracted and fell asleep.