I have always liked the poem "Ming Yue Qing Feng". Whenever I read the poem "The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze blows in the middle of the night, the cicadas sing", there will be a wash of moonlight in front of me, and the black shadow of the magpies fluttering in flight, accompanied by the melodious singing of summer cicadas in my ears. The heat of summer suddenly disappeared, like a curved stream, flowing slowly in my heart, cool and comfortable; whenever I read the poem "The bright moon shines among the pines, the clear springs flow over the rocks", the majestic green pines , as if accompanying me, the moonlight is like a dream, and the clear stream flows quietly from the moss-covered stone slabs until it flows into my heart, quiet and peaceful.
I have always liked the bright moonlit night. Just imagine, a full moon hangs high in the sky, the mountains in the distance are dark, and the heaven and earth are quiet and distant. Nearby, the silvery moonlight flickered among the branches and leaves, and the stream flowed gurglingly. Then, take a couch and lie there lazily, with your eyes slightly closed, listening to the sounds of the world, or you can open your eyes and watch the clouds roll and relax. At this time, you can be unrestrained and think about everything; you can also think like still water and think about nothing. At this time, you are free. You can do whatever you want, without restrictions or shackles. I like this state!
Ancient literati and poets also liked this state. Li Bai wore a long gown and chanted the sorrow of traveling while "looking up at the bright moon, bowing his head to miss his hometown"; Su Dongpo danced under the moon and performed "When will the bright moon come? I ask the wine about the clear sky, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it tonight" Thoughts of nostalgia; Ouyang Xiu encountered the beauty of "the willow branches above the moon, meeting people after dusk" on the night of Huaichun. Facing the misty and rainy Jiangnan, Wang Anshi lamented, "The spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river again, when will the bright moon shine again?" Why do they love moonlight so much? I think maybe in their opinion, the moon is spiritual. It was the agility and peace of the moonlight that touched the soft part of their hearts, so an emotional stream appeared in their hearts, flowing slowly, washing away the lead and dust. The creek under the moonlight is beautiful!
I have also encountered such a creek. It was a moonlit night. Under the cherry blossom trees in the county cultural park, the cherry blossoms were blooming lively. What was even more lively was the music charity team under the trees. The melodious melody of "Shanghai Beach" came from the saxophone. Following the sound of the music, I saw a young woman playing the electronic keyboard, a middle-aged man playing the saxophone, and in front of them was a farmer. A man who looks like a workman is dancing. He is over forty years old, dressed in ordinary clothes, not tall, and has a thin appearance. This is not unusual. What is strange is this man's dancing posture, which is mechanical and clumsy, but also willful and free. Sometimes he acted intoxicated, and sometimes he made exaggerated and funny actions, which made everyone laugh. After the song ended, people were still interested and eager to enjoy his performance again, but he trotted all the way and waved to everyone freely. A voice came in the air: "I'm going to go for a walk with my wife." And go. The man in the moonlight looked increasingly hazy and mysterious, and countless question marks rose in my heart. I think, no matter what kind of job he does, at least I feel the clear stream in his heart. This stream seems to have flowed into my heart and into everyone's heart.
"The clouds and flowing water are all unintentional, the bright moon and the clear breeze can judge the heart." If we bathe in the bright moon every day, the beautiful stream in our heart will naturally flow like a clear spring. Our spiritual world will definitely become ethereal and pure, warm and full.