Like the magic moonlight, I don't know where an owl is crowing; Bats flitted across the night sky; Many little stars in the east are flashing; A faint white light appeared on the shoulder of the mountain.
every full moon night, I never go to bed safely; The power to attract the tide also lured me out of the outdoor and bathed me in the cool and mysterious brilliance. The rising moon lengthens the shadow, the forest path is like a silver-gray snake lying asleep, and the winding shadow of the dwarf oak forest becomes the tattoo of the snake.
A mottled granite beside the road has just been wet by the rain and is as bright as a polished bronze block. Pine stands on the top of the mountain, being invaded by wind, frost and years.
The pine branches are swaying in the wind, as if touching the moon's face, trying to erase the gray wrinkles that hide the light. Some people say that looking at the moon through trees will bring misfortune.
In my opinion, it's really unfortunate that I've never seen the moonlight between the bare branches of birch with diamond pendant-like dewdrops hanging from each twig, or between the tender willows that are budding. Moonlight can change the most common scenery, cover up people's flaws and turn vulgarity into beauty.
The scattered slate tile roofs of farmhouses reflect the moon like polished copper sheets. The dried hay in the field, one after another, is like a white wax-colored silk.
the night sky turns cool and the mist begins to rise. Standing on the top of the mountain, the fog can be seen scattered, straight down the valley, bursts of water vapor like long tendrils, silently and slowly extended to the river.
trees and flints have become isolated islands. The tangled thorns, a trace of hawthorn and a pile of falling rocks all turned into scary beasts, waiting for an ambush.
The cattle in the field are moving slowly, and they look like monsters in the sea, rolling and frolicking clumsily. The fog coiled behind the cattle and soon stopped, showing a vast expanse of whiteness in the moonlight.
The forest is warmer, and iris stands on the lakeside, just like a towering gray spire. The reflection of the moon is like an abandoned golden plate, lying in the water at my feet.
I woke up a grouse when I passed by, and the loud cry broke through the silence of the night. At this time, the moon shadow danced wildly, as if it were disturbing. A fish jumped up and stirred the golden plate in the water into countless pieces, and then slowly restored it before my eyes.
Under the moonlight, other animals that come out in the daytime are faintly visible: a fox runs along the river bank; A deer stands proudly among the ferns; A badger shuttled back and forth on business, and the moonlight turned its gray fur into purple with silver spots. The changing seasons add fresh beauty to the moon.
The moon in January is small and white, reflecting the frost, which makes the newly plowed furrow appear silvery. At the harvest time in September, the pale golden moon was big and round, and it looked so heavy that even the sky could not support it.
The hazy orange autumn moon is perhaps the loveliest, hanging low on the velvet horizon. At this time, the field full of stubble after harvest is bone white, and the forest is casually thrown on the hill like a worn-out dark coat. When the autumn wind swept away the leaves and sent clouds across the sky, the moon seemed to fly in the sky, and the mysterious and unpredictable earth was suddenly hidden and revealed by the flickering moonlight.
At this time, you should quickly find a place to stay, because the ancient ghost is always not far away, and it is more like a duck to water in the flickering night. Suddenly, there was a nagging sound nearby, and the heartbeat intensified immediately. However, fear brought excitement and joy of life.
every time I browse the scenery under the moon, I will add some memories. Perhaps the proof of the moon's greatest magic is that these memories will not be forgotten after many years.
although they are not evergreen, they are as durable as pure silver or gold. 2. Seek a few beautiful essays in classical Chinese
Xiaoshi Pond travels 12 steps west from the hill, and enjoys the sound of water across the bamboo, like singing a ring.
cut down bamboo to take the road, and you will see a small pool and water in You Ching. The whole stone is the bottom, near the shore, and the bottom of the rolled stone is out, which is a mountain, an island, a mountain and a rock.
the green trees and vines are covered and twisted. There are hundreds of fish in the pond, and they all swim in the air.
The sun shines through, and the shadows are on the stones, but they don't move; You are far away, and the exchanges are sudden. It seems to be fun with tourists.
looking at the southwest of the pool, you can see it in a zigzag way. Its shore potential is different from each other, and its source is unknown.
sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, lonely and empty, sad and cold, quiet and quiet. It is too clear to live for a long time, but to remember it.
Travellers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Dizong Xuan. Cui Shi, the second junior, said, "Forgive yourself, and serve me.".
Walking 12 steps from the hill to the west, you can hear the sound of water across the bamboo forest, which seems to be the sound of Yu Pei and Yuhuan colliding with each other hanging on your body. I am very happy. So cut the bamboo, open a path, and walk down the trend to see a small pool, which is particularly clear.
The whole bottom of the pool is a stone, which is close to the shore, and some parts of the bottom of the stone roll out of the water, forming various shapes such as a cave, an island, a cliff and a rock. Lush trees, green vines, covered and twisted, swaying and falling, uneven, fluttering with the wind.
There are about a hundred fish in the middle reaches of the pond, all of which seem to swim in the air without any support. The sun shines directly on the bottom of the pool, reflecting the shadow of the fish on the stone surface at the bottom of the water, standing still; Suddenly he swam away again.
Come and go briskly, as if they were entertaining with tourists. Looking southwest along the pool, the stream twists and turns like the Big Dipper, and bends like a snake crawling, either hidden or present, all of which can be seen clearly.
the situation on the bank of the stream is as jagged as a dog's teeth, and the source of water cannot be seen. I sat by the pool, surrounded by bamboos and Woods. It was quiet and deserted, which made people feel sad and cold. It was so quiet and deep.
Because this place was too deserted to stay for a long time, I wrote down the scene and left. The people who traveled far with me were Wu Wuling and Gong Gu, and my younger brother Zong Xuan.
As followers, we were followed by two young people named Cui, one named Forgive yourself and the other named Feng Yi. Han Hua buried Zhi (Ming) as a handmaiden in Gui Youguang, and Wei Ru was a human being.
Jiajing Ding You died on May 4th and was buried in Xuqiu. I don't die, but my life is also husband! When the maidservant first arrived, she was ten years old, hanging double-breasted and dragging dark green cloth.
One day, it was cold, and the water chestnut was cooked by fire, and the maid cut it. I enter from the outside and feed on it; The maid took it, not with it. Wei Ruren laughed at it.
every time a woman and a servant lean on a few meals, that is, meals, her eyes move Ran Ran. Confucian people also mean to laugh.
when I think back, it will be ten years since the election. Oh, it's pathetic! Hanhua, my wife Wei Ruren's servant girl, died in May 1537 and was buried in a barren hill.
is it because we have lost our fate (bad luck) that she can't serve me forever? At the beginning, Han Hua was only ten years old when he first came with him, wearing two circular buns and dragging a long dark green skirt. One day, it was very cold. She lit a fire and cooked the water chestnut, and cut a full earthen pot.
when I came back from outside, I wanted to get water chestnut to eat. She turned around with water chestnut in her hand and refused to give it to me. My wife, Wei Ru, made fun of us when she saw it.
My wife often lets her lean against a small table to eat. When she eats, her eyes roll slowly. My wife pointed at her and smiled at me like that.
looking back at the scene at that time, it has been ten years in a blink of an eye. Oh, what a pity! Visit Wulongtan again: Liu Zongyuan Tan Yicheng, Lin Yingtan should be quiet, the raft should be stable, the pavilion should be long, the Qixi River should be suitable, and the guests on Qixi night should be quiet and comfortable.
however, the creator should not give it to those who are detained for this! Maozi is more middleman, and the children are good at it. To the middle reaches, the wind is jealous, and it is not allowed to swing to the Netherlands, and it is close to the fishing raft.
it's raining, and the curtain is wet, so I still have no intention of going ashore. It's raining, and seven guests and six women are standing in the curtain, and their clothes are soaked.
when the storm comes, the pool can't be ruled. Ji was afraid to ask for it, and Luo socks had nothing to spare.
The guest moved to Xinxuan, but he sat still. The rain flew from Duan Lin, but he couldn't hover. He slammed into the water and kept falling into the pool, just like hitting the pool. The thunder suddenly shook, and the Ji people all hid their ears to the depths.
after the lightning, the lightning is especially fantastic, and the light goes into the water and goes deep into the ruler. While absorbing its waves above the rain, it has been a shadow of gold, silver, pearls and shellfish for a long time, and the danger has not been released in the house of Tanlong Cave.
It's a time when the scenery changes suddenly, and it's not as good as talking and laughing, and it's not as good as gloomy, and it's chaotic at hand; However, those who have a good guest think that it is very smooth, but they are drinking and drinking, and they are a little angry with the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Suddenly, they come and go in the dark, only to know that the vast calendar is chaotic. It is owned by the pool, or it is born by the pool; And ask the girl's route, saying it's not all right, isn't it strange? The recruiters are Wu Zi Ning Fu of Dongting, while the Maozi Bolin, Xu Zi Wu Nian, Song Zi Xian Ru, Hong Zi Zhong Wei, and giving and stopping life are six guests, which makes them seven.
The pool water should be crystal clear, the trees reflected in the pool should be quiet, the bamboo rafts rowed in the pool should be stable, the pavilions and pavilions beside the pool should be bright and comfortable, the seventh day of July should be bright with the Milky Way, and the guests should be quiet and carefree on Qixi night. However, the creator will give me this beautiful scenery, who is obsessed with the world of mortals! Mao Sheng is a Vietnamese, and his extremely good at rowing.
We rowed to the center of the pool. Perhaps the wind was jealous of our leisure and elegance, so that we couldn't reach the river swing, and soon we approached the Diaoyutai. We tied the bamboo raft under the weeping willows, and the curtain was wet with drizzle. We didn't mean to go ashore yet. Soon it rained heavily, and seven men and six women were standing in the curtain with umbrellas, and their clothes were wet by the rain.
Suddenly, it was stormy and rainy, and the bamboo raft tottered in the pool. Those ladies were so frightened that they wanted to go ashore as soon as possible, and they forgot their exquisite shoes and socks. 3. Is there any good ancient prose worth reciting
The Confucian family praised Historical Records
[original] Tai Shigong said: "Poetry" has it: "The mountains rise and the scenery stops." Although I can't return to Confucius's time, however, the heart is very yearning. I read Hole's books and can want to see him. Comfortable in Lu, see the temples, cars, clothes and ritual vessels in Zhong Ni. All the students are polite to their homes at the right time, while others are left behind, so they can't go to the clouds. What's more, the kings of the world are full of sages, but they were glorious at that time and had no time. Confucius is a civilian, to more than a dozen generations, the people who read all respect him. Since the emperor princes, China said six arts, compromise in the master, can be described as the most holy!
[Note] This is Historical Records. In the praise part of Confucius Family, the Book of Songs is quoted first. Xiaoya, expressing reverence for Confucius; Then he put forward suicide notes, relics and teachings to express his yearning for Confucius; Finally, the influence of Confucius' speech on later generations is illustrated by contrast. Praise is implicit and has a aftertaste.
Confucius (551 BC-479 BC): Zhong Ni, a famous hill, was born in, a city in the state of Lu (now southeast of Qufu County, Shandong Province). He worked as a secretary in Lu, and then traveled around the world. He was mainly engaged in giving lectures and writing all his life. He was a famous thinker, educator and founder of Confucianism in the Spring and Autumn Period. Family: It is a style created by Historical Records, which records the beginning and end of local political power and is equivalent to the history of other countries; One is biography, which is equivalent to biographies. This paper belongs to the latter. Confucius is not a hereditary knighthood. In order to highlight the influence of Confucius' academic thoughts on later generations, Sima Qian made an exception and praised them as six biographies of Confucius and included them in the "family". Praise: the last part of the article is about praise.
Tai Shigong said: There is a saying in the Book of Songs: "You can look up at lofty mountains and follow broad avenues." Although I can't get there, I always yearn for it in my heart. I read Confucius' books and want to see him as a person. When I arrived in Lu, I saw Confucius' ancestral temple, his car, clothes and ritual vessels, and many Confucian scholars practiced etiquette in his home on time. I lingered and could not bear to leave. There are many kings and sages in the world, which were glorious at that time and finished after death. Confucius is a civilian, passed down to more than ten generations, and people who read books respect him. From the emperors and princes to the people who study the Six Classics all take Confucius' theory as the criterion, and Confucius can be said to be the most noble person in moral knowledge! 4. What good ancient prose is worth reciting?
About the author: Su Shi (137~111), born in Meishan, Meizhou, Northern Song Dynasty (now Meizhou, Sichuan).
is a famous litterateur, one of the eight masters of prose in Tang and Song Dynasties. He is knowledgeable and versatile, and has high attainments in calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose.
His calligraphy is called "Song Sijia" together with Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian and Mi Fei. He is good at painting bamboo and strange stones, and his painting theory and calligraphy theory also have outstanding opinions. He is a literary leader after Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty, and his prose is as famous as Ouyang Xiu. Poetry is as famous as Huang Tingjian; His words are magnificent and bold in style, and he changed his graceful and restrained words. He was also called "Su Xin" with Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty, and * * * was an uninhibited poet.
[Creation background] [Editor's paragraph] Qian Chibi Fu was written in one of the most difficult periods of Su Shi's life-during his relegation to Huangzhou. In the second year of Yuanfeng (179), Su Shi was arrested and imprisoned for the "Wutai Poetry Case", which was accused of slandering the imperial court.
"After several rebuilds", he was tortured. After being rescued by many parties, he was released in December of that year and was demoted as the deputy ambassador of Huangzhou Youth League Training, but "no official business signing, no unauthorized placement."
This is undoubtedly a kind of "semi-prisoner" controlled life. In 182, Ren Xu and Su Shi wrote Qian Chibi Fu.
In his poems in Huangzhou, he once described his melancholy and depressed mood painfully. "When I was in Huanggang for four or five years, I was alone in a boat, so I stopped asking questions, and I was suspected of dying of hunger and cold." [Original] [Edit this paragraph] In the autumn of Renxu, I looked forward to it in July, and Perilla and her guests were boating under the Red Cliff.
it's a cool breeze in Xu Lai, but the waves are quiet. Raise the glass to toast to the companion, recite the article related to the moon, extolling the chapter.
Little Yan, the moon rises above the East Mountain, wandering between bullfights. The milky fog runs across the surface of the river, and the clear water is connected to the sky.
as long as a reed is doing, it makes you feel at a loss. The vastness is like feng Xu's wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like a world of independence, feathering and becoming immortal.
So he was very happy to drink and sang. The song said, "Gui Gui is like a blue oar, striking the sky and tracing the streamer.
I'm so misty, I look forward to the beauty. " The guest has a blowjob, and he leans on the song to make peace.
her voice is full of whine, such as resentment, yearning, weeping and complaining; The lingering sound is endless. Can make the dragon in the deep valley dance, can make the widow on a boat to hear tears.
Su Zi was sad and sat in danger, and asked the guest, "What is it?" The guest said, "The moon stars are scarce, and the blackbirds fly south. Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west, looking at Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are misty and gloomy. Is this not because Meng Dezhi is trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east. It was thousands of miles long, covered with flags, drank wine and was near the river, and wrote poems horizontally, which made it a hero of the world. Now it's safe! My son and I are fishing on the river, and we are friends with fish and shrimp and elk, driving a boat with a leaf, and raising bottles to belong to each other. Sending ephemera to heaven and earth is a drop in the ocean.
I mourn the moment of my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with flying fairy, hold the bright moon and end up long.
It's hard to get knowledge suddenly, and the legacy will resound in hentai. " Su Zi said, "Do you know the husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; Those who are full of deficiency are like that, while those who die are not ebbing and flowing.
Gai will look at it from its own changes, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; Self-denial