Yes, life is impermanent. Yesterday's reflected lotus, followed by the midsummer of lotus leaves, has arrived in autumn in an instant. Just like the rosy clouds all over the sky, they suddenly turned into a foggy twilight scene. In this twilight, I saw the fish occasionally jumping on the lake, raising water, dispelling the soft folds in the breeze and instantly restoring calm. I said: Maybe the same is true of love. It's just a moment's feeling, not the whole life.
In the corner of the lake, there is a bunch of bamboo and silk. I go to see it every time I walk. It grows by the lake and looks elegant and cold. There is a shrewd spirit. At this time, the bright moon on the lake is like a pearl, which makes people feel hazy and intoxicated. It can really be said that the moon is bright and the wind is clear, blocking the world of mortals. "I think, we are enjoying the elegant moonlight and cool breeze, how can we not be quiet inside? How could I care? Common thoughts of love and sadness in the world of mortals?
The flute sounded faintly on the lake, soft and gentle, long and clear. It seems to penetrate clouds and rocks. Sometimes fierce, sometimes elegant, but not mixed with a trace of noise. It makes me calm down, filter out distractions, feel the notes flying in the air, and let them fly and cross in the empty wilderness.
I wandered in such music and couldn't bear to leave for a long time. I'm afraid such a sound will blow away the bright moon. On such an autumn night, I just listened quietly until all was silent. Suddenly, an inexplicable sadness surged from my heart.
I turned around and looked back. You left. There was no one behind me, only a few leaves lying quietly in the wind. I silently stroked its vibrato and felt its loneliness and helplessness. I can't stop listening to its sad talk. In this way, I stood on the edge of the season with it, and read the philosophy of life through the yellow vein.
I don't know when you left. From that moment on, the ripples of the lake and the faint moonlight blurred my vision, and I couldn't even see my own shadow clearly. Only the sky, lonely stars are still shining. Quietly according to the continuation of life in the world of mortals.
If there is no trace of autumn water, whose tears turn into autumn dew? If maple leaves can really be pinned on acacia, then please let the thin east wind touch the warmth of yesterday, find a thorough sky, and walk with me on the riverbed of years. In the cool breeze and bright moon, let me get my last freedom.
Breeze and Bright Moon-Lyric Prose 2 Breeze Xu Lai, Bright Moon, a cup of tea, a song. Such a beautiful scenery is only for you and me.
Brother Qing? Song Qing ......
The call of these voices clearly shows love and compassion, as if to introduce Iraqis into their hearts, and from then on, the golden house is hidden.
I am your song, and you are my moon. In the vast world, we are just two specks scattered around the world, hiding our feelings. After years of waiting, just to get to know each other one day. I am convinced that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. Only when we meet again after a long separation will there be a heart-to-heart relationship, a tacit understanding, and such a congenial relationship.
The most beautiful love is a heartbeat in an instant. I didn't touch a drop of wine, but my heart was full of drunkenness. You reached my heart in an instant and touched my tenderest string. It hurts. I am a flower that has been dying for a long time in the world. I bloom magically under your touch. The moonlight is like water, and everything is just right. All the dark pains in the world have quietly receded. Such a beautiful and safe moment, let me bloom in your palm, let my beauty penetrate into your heart, let you always remember it in your heart and never forget it.
Cool breeze and bright moon-lyric prose 3. The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and the water is full of flowers. Smile at the world of mortals, the ink is beautiful, the charm is beautiful, the moon is quiet, and the clouds are graceful. By the pavilion, I meditated and was full of youth. Flowers smell fragrant, butterflies dance, and dreams fall asleep with the breeze.
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The shadow of the moon outside the window is reflected on the weeping willows on the roadside, which has a hazy beauty. It is hidden in the light of the table, green and full of traces, like a breeze. On the moonlit night, in this elegant and quiet night, I was at my desk, and a breeze blew, and a faint fragrance floated over my face, so gentle, and the summer breeze was so comfortable. Raise your head and meditate. The wind is clearer and the moon is brighter. Flowers are flying, there are countless romances in the wind, the breeze is swaying and the world of mortals is romantic.
The charm is clear, the moon is quiet, the clouds are smiling and dancing. By the pavilion, I meditated and was full of youth. Flowers smell fragrant, butterflies dance, and dreams fall asleep with the breeze. Walking in the water, boating and dancing in the breeze. With poetry in mind and books in hand, the world is close at hand. Time flies, the Chinese New Year has passed, and the agarwood is gone. This is an experience and a wonderful memory. Unforgettable meaning, condensed feelings and long life. On the bank of the willow tree, the breeze is slow, and the afterglow of the sunset reflects the beautiful lakes and mountains, the mountains and rivers in the distance, and the blue sky and white clouds are picturesque; This is the rhyme of light ink and light touch, which constitutes a perfect ink painting scroll, with beautiful scenery and pleasant artistic conception. The gallery is light, light and comfortable, and lingering. The breeze is elegant, adding warmth; A beautiful summer gives people unlimited expectations. ...
On a moonlit night, I gently pushed open the window, and the wind blew in a ray of fresh air, which was refreshing. It turns out that the breeze is so beautiful. In the distant mountains, the shadow of the moon shows several towering figures. At the water's edge, waves ripple little by little. The weeping willows in front of the window are as green as the sea, dancing gracefully in the breeze, and the reflection in the water is like smoke and fog. Staring at all this in this silence, I seem to be in another world. I think the fish has fallen asleep peacefully. Look at the moon, the moon is quiet and the sky is clear. Such a beautiful night flies by, and the fragrance is full of sleeves. The bright moon is drunk with the breeze, and it should be poetic to laugh at the world of mortals, and some wordless feelings are vented in the plain picture scroll.
I don't know if I miss my old friend under the moon, if I am as relieved as I am, and if the moonlight breeze has affected the homesickness of that place. I want to know how the ancients did, until, holding up my cup, I asked Mingyue, who likes to drink three? The breeze and the bright moon are drunk, and I have fine eyes. Who will come to see me? In the breeze, if you want to sleep, you will be worried, drunk, laughing at mountains and rivers, elegant, and sleeping on the moon!
The wind blows like a gossamer, people are as light as swallows, and tears drop from the beads. Although Shanmeng is here, it is difficult to send the brocade book, and the news is slim. It's freezing and it's getting late. Smiling and holding hands is a dream. When the golden wind meets the dew, it is better than countless people. Beautiful image fabrication, piano rhyme flick, affectionate pen, euphemistic lines. Every sentence has a clear rhyme and is dyed by Mo Chi. Her eyebrows are beautiful and slightly drunk. I want to get wet by clothes and apricot flowers, and I fell asleep when I met a poem. Just tonight, the breeze is intoxicated and the sky is full of dreams. Thousands of miles away, invite the bright moon and the breeze to get drunk with you. The breeze conveys seclusion, but I would like to dance with my dreams! * * * Drunk between the breeze and the bright moon!
Cool breeze and bright moon-lyrical prose 4 full of water, a song and a poem, as chic as a poem; Clogs are blue, wandering mountains and rivers, flowing like a fairy. People in the Southern Dynasties lived a colorful life.
The ancient poem said: "The 480 halls in the Southern Dynasties were full of misty rain." Every time I read this poem, I see the shadows of people in the Southern Dynasties, even their quiet smiles. Their robes and sleeves are wide, they walk in the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, travel around and wander under the pine forest. Or sit in the terraced fields of rocks, holding a flute and playing a song in the misty rain, so that full meditation and boundless loneliness will drift away in the misty rain with the bell at dusk.
People in the Southern Dynasties loved beauty and enjoyed the beauty of life.
They made wine, and the wine in Xinghua Village escaped from the glass and lingered for hundreds of years, which attracted Du Mu to find a restaurant and ride away. Drunk Su Shi, many years later, still remembers "I am the old ambassador Zhu, persuading farmers to enter Xinghua Village".
In the spring of March, the grass is like silk, spreading to the horizon. They will go hand in hand with two or three friends, go to the mountains to enjoy flowers, come to strangers for an outing, and tell their friends who have not come, "The green grass is like silk, the trees are red, and they are heroic. Whether you come back or not, Jun Gui Fang has rested. " Cherish the beauty, sigh the affection of time and fill it with time.
In the spring breeze like gauze, in the drizzle like silk, in the early spring of "willow leaves turn with the wind, peach blossoms with the rain", "the flowers are bright on the water at the beginning of willow, and Han Tao is half smoky red", and in the summer of "dense-leaved birds fly, the wind is light and the flowers fall late", they walk and wander in the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, enjoying everything given to them by life and nature.
They appreciate the spring scenery of "birds singing cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian", and they are stubborn and unwilling to go home; Holding a book, they sat under the west window and fell in love with the dark green shade of "Liu Yuyin's back eaves, Li Tao Luo tang qian", enjoying it comfortably; They will also be intoxicated and lost in the late autumn when the sun dries up and the wind blows the Chinese tallow tree.
Although parting is sad, haunting and heartbreaking, the place where we leave still has scenery. In their works, they are all so beautiful: "Stone as jade, columns as loose as green", "Open the door with white water, near the bridge". There is no such beautiful parting scenery in later love poems-if there is, it will only appear in the singing of classical operas.
People in the Southern Dynasties are good at enjoying beauty because they have a unique spirit, keen eyes and are good at discovering beauty. They will live in beauty forever, in the cool breeze and bright moon.
Hundreds of years later, Li Bai admired the tunnel infinitely: "Enlightenment is like practice, which makes people remember Xie Xuanhui for a long time." On the bamboo slips of history, calligraphy is fragrant and famous sentences are like the moon. Only Xie Tiao's "Sunset Red, Chengjiang Quiet as Practice" made a generation of poets whisper and admire-it is difficult to do it without enjoying and observing life.
Xie Tiao was not the only person in the Southern Dynasties who immersed himself in life and became a lush aquatic plant and a lotus flower in June. Xie Lingyun, who is also a member of Xie's family, is a master of landscape: "Spring grass grows in a long pond, black willows turn into birds", and "white clouds embrace secluded rocks and green is about to drip." He meticulously carved and wrote landscape gestures, so he became a master of landscape poetry, standing as a monument and a landscape.
People in the Southern Dynasties, or independent waterside, watched the lotus picker "move the hibiscus to fall, and the ship moves the egret to fly." The lotus thread is wrapped around the wrist, and the water chestnut pulls away the moving beauty; Or walk into the field and feel the idleness of "the morning rises and wastes, and the moon returns". More often, it is to walk into the mountains, be friends with Qingshan, be friends with Baiyun, and be carefree until death do us part.
Therefore, the prose of the Southern Dynasties is as smart as a cloud, as natural as water, as clear as a waterfall, as beautiful as snow reflecting plum blossoms blowing on the water, without delay or correction, presenting the beauty of nature on paper and desk for future generations to read, and leisurely walking into "the peak enters the cloud, and the clear stream bottoms out". The stone walls on both sides are colorful and set each other off. In the ink painting of "green forest and green bamboo, all seasons are ready", I seem to be a figure in the painting, a hermit in the mountains and a master on earth.
When people in the Southern Dynasties walked in the silent, * * * "southern waters of the Tianshan Mountains, when people in the Southern Dynasties faced" the water is blue and blue, reaching to the bottom ". In the face of flowing water, when people in the Southern Dynasties look up at the mountains where "negative potentials compete with each other, and they are magnificent, and the heights can't be cold, and thousands of peaks become peaks", they will of course "look at the peaks and relax" and "peek at the valley and forget to return".
Because they have been intoxicated with the beauty they have discovered and have been drunk for a thousand years.
The Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty were the first poets to write poems about the Southern Dynasties. They wrote the life style of people in the Southern Dynasties and expressed their admiration and yearning for the scenery in the Southern Dynasties.
Their poems were written by people in the Southern Dynasties rather than by themselves.
Under the moon in Yangzhou, on the 24 th Bridge, the bright moon is like frost, the beauty is like the moon, and the sound of the flute flies over the sky and reaches the sky, making the moonlight ripple and the frost splash. People in the Southern Dynasties used their poetic art to create poetic beauty for later generations to enjoy.
They built the "Jinling Jindu Villa" in Zhenjiang. Otherwise, it is difficult for two or three stars across the street to enter the sight of the latecomers. They built the Jingkou City Brick and Gu Bei Tower, otherwise, even if the poet saw Wu Gou and photographed it all over, he would not have written this famous sentence.
Without the meticulous life and poetic vision of the people in the Southern Dynasties, there might not have been many beautiful poems in history, such as pastoral poems, Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, Wu Dai's beautiful picture scroll in the wind, plum rains, Huangmei tune, Western Zhou Dynasty songs with myriad emotions and Tang poems.
Du Mu, I really want to hide in Xinghua Village, drink a glass of Qingming wine and shed tears. Xin Qiji couldn't sing "the beauty of the north building is full of eyes", only let Haoran sigh and roll eastward with the water of the Yangtze River.
Cool breeze and bright moon-lyric prose 5 Time flies, but it has passed the spring and autumn seasons. Looking back for the first time, the cuckoo is still as red as blood, just like Mansha Zhu Hua in the memory stream, so warm and desolate.
There is no moon tonight, but there is a moon in my eyes that I have never seen before. It is so bright, sacred and bright, emitting a faint colorful halo, but it is slightly compact because of the cold and sultry moonlight, just like warming each other. Stars and dots, flashing and cutting, sadness is still chaotic. It's like looking back on past lives and looking at me, as if to say: long time no see. ...
I stood under the moon, looking up at the empty and deep space, as if surrounded by inexplicably. Anxiety just passed by, and I saw the moonlight embrace me deeply. My clothes, as if full of light, reach out and shake hands with the shadow under the moon, which is my soul reflected on Mother Earth. Tonight, three people.
I once came here for a name. Here, I have laughed, cried, loved and hurt. In this small city, who watches for whom has become an eternal monument, and who has condensed into tears for thousands of years. Here, I learned how to pick up, but it took me two years to learn how to give up. Point your lips and rest if you want to talk.
The Ministry of Education held a closing ceremony tonight. I remember I was one of them last year. A year of ups and downs has passed, looking at familiar faces in the past. My heart is also attached to it. I still remember you, you, do you remember me? Although we met by chance, we met in this most innocent age, met with a smile, greeted each other shallowly, blessed each other in the flamboyant youth, and then ... separated in the vicissitudes of the years, and we were passers-by from now on. Maybe at some time after many years, you and I meet, but we are familiar with each other, but we can't name each other. It may be a smile, or it may be a tacit greeting, and then we pass by and leave indifferently, becoming two worlds.
I am like a wandering poet, and I entered the world of mortals only because of the temperament that the rain is coming. Talk about the world of mortals, just because I love the misty and misty spirit. Sigh the world of mortals, just because I have seen the sadness in the world of mortals. I won't be in one place, stop for a minute. Even if I am attached, I will still carry my bags and embark on the road that only one person can take.
I am a dancer in the starry night, a swan with broken wings, dancing in the flowers of the cool breeze and bright moon. ...