Moonlight on a summer night
The bright moonlight and clear wind on a quiet summer night always give me a feeling of tranquility and tranquility. The moonlight is as bright and clear as soft water, the clear light flows, and the meaning is peaceful. The moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use the moonlight to settle my mood, like water, the moonlight can be drank. Open the window and let the moonlight flow quietly on your skin. The light and elegant charm and the fresh and implicit mood naturally flow in your heart. The moonlight is as beautiful as the moonlight, and my mood becomes clear and soft in the moonlight. Suddenly, all kinds of touching and beautiful things in life are vivid and vivid.
Once upon a time, as an innocent person, I nestled in my grandma’s arms and counted the stars, leisurely admiring the clear and tranquil moonlight in the countryside.
Once upon a time, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight on Jingjing campus, and realized the beauty and sadness of the passing years.
Once upon a time, I went boating with you on Taihu Lake in the watery moonlight, admiring the beautiful scenery of the world in the sound of oars and the shadow of the lights, in the reflection of the moonlight and the lake. The clear lake water and the ethereal sound of the piano made me intoxicated in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan without knowing where to go.
The shadows of flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that a beautiful lady is coming. Zhang Sheng made an appointment with Yingying, waiting under the moon in the west chamber, while the guqin conveyed his thoughts, and under the moon he waited for the beautiful lady. A classic beauty. The pale moon stains the west window, and faint thoughts fill the air.
At the passing time, the moonlight performs beauty in the classical implicitness and modern romance, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me, so I put on my clothes and went out, walking slowly into the garden under the watery moonlight. The gardenias were bathed in the moonlight, with cold dew and frost, like a clear curtain in the distance. Youmeng. The bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhythm, like water and moonlight passing through gently, reflecting the clear brilliance of the bright moon. All things are full and alive in the moonlight. The hustle and bustle, hesitation and hesitation of the world are all melted into this watery moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like water and moonlight, drinkable. Years pass by, and you can realize it.
Stand quietly in the garden path, listen to the silence...
Hurry
The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows will be withered, but they will be green again. time; when the peach blossoms fade, they will bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now?
I don’t know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty. Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle's tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but feel dizzy and burst into tears.
Whatever goes is gone, and what comes is coming; how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting sun beams came into the hut. The sun has feet, and it moves on gently and quietly; I also spin along with it aimlessly. Thus - when I wash my hands, the days pass by the sink; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and fly past my feet in his agile way. Went. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.
What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am running away like flying away? There is nothing but wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the more than eight thousand days of hurrying, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left traces like gossamers? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain?
You are smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever?
Back view
Zhu Ziqing
My father and I have not seen each other for more than two years. What I can’t forget most is his back view.
That winter, my grandmother died and my father’s errand was handed over. It was a day when misfortune never comes singly. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou and planned to go home with my father for the funeral. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the mess in the courtyard and thought of my grandmother again, and I couldn't help but shed tears. My father said, "It's what happened, so there's no need to be sad. Fortunately, there's always a way out!"
He went home and sold off the mortgage, and his father repaid the shortfall; he also borrowed money to pay for the funeral. These days, the family situation is very bleak, half because of the funeral and half because of the father's unemployment. After the funeral, my father was going to Nanjing to find a job, and I was going back to Beijing to study, so we went together.
When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend asked me to go sightseeing and stayed for a day. On the second day in the morning, I had to cross the river to Pukou and get on the train in the afternoon to go north. Because my father was busy with work, he had already decided not to see me off and asked a familiar waiter from the hotel to accompany me. He repeatedly asked the waiter to be very careful. But he finally felt uneasy, fearing that the waiter might be inappropriate; he hesitated for a while. In fact, I was already twenty years old at that time and had already been to Beijing two or three times, so it wasn't that important anymore. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to send me there himself. I repeatedly advised him not to go; he just said: "It doesn't matter, it's not good for them to go!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket and he was busy taking care of the luggage.
There was too much luggage, so I had to tip the porter to get through. He was busy negotiating the price with them again. I was really too smart at that time, and I always felt that what he said was not very nice and I had to interrupt myself. But he finally agreed on the price and sent me to the car. He picked out a chair for me by the car door; I spread the purple fur coat he made for me on the seat. He told me to be careful on the road and to be alert at night so as not to catch cold. I also asked the waiter to take good care of me. I secretly laughed at his pedanticness; they only recognized money, and trusting them was just free money! And for someone as old as me, can’t I still take care of myself? Well, now that I think about it, I was so smart back then!
I said, "Dad, let's go." He looked outside the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here, don't move around." I looked at the platform over there. There are several sellers waiting for customers outside the fence. When you get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up again. My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears quickly flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the scarlet orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put a bunch of oranges on my fur coat. So he puffed away the dirt on his clothes, feeling very relaxed. After a while he said, "I'm leaving. I'll write you a letter over there!" I watched him go out. He walked a few steps, turned around, saw me, and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and he couldn't be found anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. .
In recent years, my father and I have been traveling here and there, and the situation at home has deteriorated day by day. He went out to make a living as a young man, supported himself independently, and did many great things. Who knew Laojing was so decadent! He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. When he is depressed in his heart, he will naturally express it outwardly; trivial matters in his family will often make him angry. He gradually treated me differently than before. But after not seeing each other for the past two years, he finally forgot about my faults and just thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me. He said in the letter: "I am in good health, except for the severe pain in my arm, which causes a lot of inconvenience in lifting chopsticks and pens. I think my death is not far away." I read this , in the glistening tears, I saw the fat figure again, wearing a green cloth cotton robe and a black cloth mandarin jacket. well! I don’t know when I will see him again!
Youth
Samuel Ullman
Youth is not about years, but about state of mind;
Youth is not about peachy faces and Dandelion Lips and soft knees, but deep will, magnificent imagination, and passionate love;
Youth is the flowing of the deep spring of life. The energy of youth runs through the rainbow, bravery overwhelms timidity, and enterprising overwhelms peace. Such agility is inherent in men born in their twenties, but is more common in men in their sixties.
Advancing with age does not mean getting old, and abandoning ideals will lead to twilight years. As time goes by, decline only affects the skin; abandoning enthusiasm will lead to decadence in the soul. Worry, fear, and loss of self-confidence will definitely distort the mind and turn the spirit into ashes.
No matter whether you are sixty or twenty, you all have the joy of life, the temptation of miracles, and the child-like innocence in your heart. There is an antenna in everyone's heart. As long as you receive signals of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from heaven and earth, you will remain young and graceful forever.
Once the antenna is lowered, your energy will be covered by ice and snow, and cynicism and self-destruction will arise. Even if you are only twenty, you are already old; but as long as you set up the antenna and catch the optimistic signal, you will have hope. I still felt young when I passed away at the age of eighty.
Who is drunk in the maple forest
The autumn rain last night wetted my eyes. I watched people coming and going quietly, the leaves were green and the leaves were red, and my tireless heart, Wandering in the red maple forest. In the past life, for the reunion in this life, I didn’t want to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. It turned into a drop of clear dew, hanging among the maple leaves, soaking the maple leaves, accompanying it to be lonely and burning. Let the flames of each tree turn into a guzheng, and let my three thousand black hairs become the strings. In such a silent dawn, I will play a song for you softly. The red maple is the beating flame in the dark night. Black hair is a mark of the past life, and you are an unforgettable part of this life. Only you can understand the sound of the kite, because I was not drunk last night. It was the splendor of the tree that woke me up from a dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years. When I woke up from the dream, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love and couldn't see that moment clearly. of love.
In such a gorgeous background, if you had never come, all the prosperity, the beating flames, and the staring eyes would only remain empty and lonely.
Don't ask about the past life, don't ask about the next life, think too much, just get drunk in the quiet dawn, use your constant attention and tacit understanding to heal the vicissitudes of my life, wipe away my sorrow in the dark night, and let me feel the quiet beauty of a maple leaf. With delicacy, the crystal clearness and purity of a drop of dew, the tenderness and longing of a wisp of breeze... I think about it, floating in the blazing maple forest like this, looking forward to the sound of your horse's hooves breaking the coldness of dawn, I and I The maple leaves are burning together, and the red lovesickness is scattered all over the ground. Pieces are scattered in your luggage, and they are strung together to form a life without regrets.
How intoxicated, how obsessed, are you flying or perching in the frost forest in late autumn? Can you hear the distant and pure sound of the kite, can you see the trees full of flames, and the burning talk? I hold the tears lost in my previous life and the clear dew that transformed in this life, and wash away the dust of your years and the fatigue of your past and vicissitudes in this life. Are you tired? No matter when, I will wait quietly in the frost forest at dawn. This is your eternal station. Facing the mountains and flowing water, the thick soil and the yellow sky, I will remember the beauty of life and meet for a thousand years.
I don’t know who is singing a cappella: In this chaotic world, except for you, all prosperity is the background. This scene needs to be performed with life. It is rare to have such an agreement with dedication. This relationship is only meaningful to you and me. . In the hazy frost forest at dawn, if you never remember, if I have never been here, there will only be prosperity like smoke and a dream like a butterfly, falling gently into the background and outside the world of mortals. And I stubbornly used a classical feeling, playing the kite and singing lowly, lingering on the thick autumn wind and fog, and turning the maple leaves red at dawn. But, just, the maple forest, burdened with lovesickness, was getting thinner day by day, and I was thinner than the maple forest.
At dawn, the fog is thick and the frost is heavy. The entire maple forest was so bright red that it was almost transparent. In the drunken past life and this life, I search and search, I only hope to be the reddest maple leaf on the branch, igniting the fire of your life and illuminating the road of reincarnation for thousands of years.