I have long forgotten that the aroma of coffee has permeated the whole cabin, and I have long forgotten the number of times the song "For Alice" was played on the computer. I only feel that my yearning heart is as heavy as the whole Himalayas, and the taste is as bitter as drinking a cup of unsweetened coffee. I think the bitter coffee in the cup is the crystal tears I shed. Dry your tears and drink coffee alone. I'm drinking my own bitter water now, and my heart ached.
During this time, I can't help falling in love with you and thinking about you every night. Always complaining that time passes too slowly, always complaining that the air is slightly bitter. The daffodils in my heart have begun to wither, and everything around me is stained with silence. I also want to work hard to get out of the besieged city again and again, so that our story can leave a perfect full stop under the afterglow of the sunset glow. You can give up again and again, and you pull back again and again. Just because I am too deep, my heart has been hooked by you. You make my life full of sunshine and happiness. Gradually, I also learned to think quietly, just waiting and expecting. Whenever I feel lost and lonely and helpless, missing will bring me comfort and strength. I don't know why I decided to meet you all my life. I believe you will give me everything I need, and I will give you everything I have, even my life.
I have been holding the silver keyboard mobile phone you gave me these days. I pressed the familiar number again and again, but I never had the courage to press the green channel button. Your name is entered into your mind again and again, but you can't find the missing freighter. Close and open, toss and turn, and finally lock my thoughts in my cabin. Looking at your direction on the other side of Xianyang Lake, I secretly said to myself: I am waiting for you. If there were no thoughts in this world, our life would be much simpler and I would not be so lonely and miserable.
Three months later, the news of your death came. It turns out that you are in the terminal stage of lung cancer, and I was afraid to get involved before we broke off our unforgettable blue first love. My tears gushed like spring water and soon turned into a river. On this day, I lost more than ten catties, and came to the pavilion where we met for the first time by the Weibin Park. I looked at the countless night pearls all over the sky, so blue, without any impurities, the moon was still so bright, and the earth was full of milky white under the irradiation of the moon. My thoughts turned into a meteor shower, just like flowers in full bloom in spring, so colorful.
Moonlight Meditation 2 When I woke up, the lights in the room were dim, thinking that the dawn had passed and was about to break. But it's still so quiet around. I leaned out of the window and saw a bright moon hanging in the blue sky. Oh, it was midnight. So today should be the middle of a month, and the moon is so round and bright.
When I came to the window and removed it, I felt closer to the moon. There seems to be a warm and cool moon breath. So we face each other from a distance, hundreds of millions of miles apart, hundreds of millions of years apart, but so close that we can hold the moon in our arms when we reach out. It was so quiet between heaven and earth that even the insects and birds rested, only the wind swept their cheeks gently, and suddenly I felt that the whole world belonged to me.
Back in bed, I'm not sleepy anymore. I rubbed my face and suddenly felt very strange. Who am I? Does the moon know? Does the wind know? In an instant, my heart is like a tidal wave, embracing in different periods, like a faded negative, blurred, perhaps young and frivolous, perhaps youthful and beautiful, perhaps laughing wantonly, perhaps crying with disappointment ... Is that me? I really want to reach out and touch the thick black hair, touch the smooth face and relive the carefree smile ... Everything is so dreamy, like a boat drifting in the river of time, I can only helplessly watch it gradually disappear into the sky. ...
Memories always cherish friends in different periods, childhood playmates, boyhood classmates, adolescent friends, and friends up to now, all hovering in my mind ... I can't forget the scene of playing and chasing fireflies with my friends in my childhood summer night, the ringing sound of reading on campus, and the happy scene of our pride in youth and visiting all the famous mountains nearby. I can't forget our passionate singing and dancing, the deep friendship and caring greetings of our friends, and the friends who were once close, but now they are separated like the wind. ...
The moon moves lightly, and the air is slightly cool. Yesterday's page has been completely turned over, and it's a new day in a blink of an eye. Let me say goodbye to the past, to myself in the past, to everything in the past, whether it is joy or sadness, whether it is frustration or pride, failure or success is no longer important, so don't affect me any more. I will keep all the past in my heart. I want to cherish what I have now, taste a cup of light green tea, hold a roll of classic beauty, be calm and carefree, and sit and watch the ebb and flow of the tide.
Moonlit Prose 3 The clock ticks to the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. Wandering in a foreign land for many years, it seems that I have long been used to the tranquility and peace of the mid-autumn moon night. The night is deep and the traffic is busy, and the bustling suburbs of Yangcheng seem to be much quieter. Only two-wheeled motorcycles were left on Jinling Road, and the harsh "cry" sound from the engine broke the silence of the night, which stimulated my mind and added a bit of loneliness.
Looking up through the spacious window, I saw a bright moon hanging high in the blue sky. Maybe I'm nearsighted, maybe there are no stars in the sky, and the round moon seems to feel a little lonely without stars. Fortunately, occasionally a little white clouds gallop past the moon, bringing a somewhat satisfied smile to the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. What a bright moon, clear and bright, moonlight like water. I don't know when the moonlight sneaked into my room from the top of the window, covered with a layer of white, like a thin layer of autumn frost, and the dark room seemed to be much brighter. Sitting alone in front of the window, I was full of thoughts, and the bright moonlight did not take away my inner sadness and loneliness. "When a person is unfamiliar in a foreign land, he misses his relatives every holiday." For thousands of years, how many wandering wanderers has this bright moon accompanied?
Through the round moon outside the window, I seem to see my wife's busy figure in her hometown. Young and ignorant children are either quarrelling or crying. From the birth of children to the stumbling of learning, and then to kindergarten, it is the wife who brings them up alone! My wife washes and cooks, does housework and looks after the children every day, and supports one day alone. It's not that I don't understand pain and tears. The hardships of the years make you no longer young, and the soft moonlight reflects faint dark marks in the wrinkles of your wife's eyes. The difficulties in your family once made you frown, and the occasional bumps and quarrels on the phone were not because I didn't understand your pain and tears, but because I was in a foreign land and my heart was unable to do so. The burden of life is all on my small salary card, and my helpless tears can only fall quietly. Under Bai Yueguang, under this quiet mountain, my inner troubles, my loneliness and my helplessness!
The bright moonlight shone on the table in front of the window. I reached out and grabbed it gently, but the white moonlight escaped from my palm and only grabbed my fondle admiringly mobile phone. The lovely photos of the babies in the mobile phone album came into my eyes through the dim moonlight. Jay is a toddler, gesturing, but he can also walk around the house. The day Yao Er first stepped into the kindergarten gate, she was not accompanied by my tall and strong father. Yao's son has slept soundly during his lunch break in kindergarten, and his two small hands are tightly clenched into small fists. Did you fight with your child in your sleep? Or lack of fatherly love? Today, I just want to make up for the lack of fatherly love in children's daily life through the full moon. I hope the full moon hanging high can satisfy my little wish. At this time, the children have already fallen asleep. How can they know that their father, thousands of miles away, is enjoying the moon alone?
The moon moves lightly, and the air is slightly cool. I seem to see sister Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace tasting the mellow and exquisite tea in her hometown. The teacup is steaming, giving off a refreshing smell of tea. I also seem to see the moonlight shining on the neat and beautiful tea garden in my hometown. Hard-working people in my hometown are picking tea and making tea. Linglong tea has a long history and once became a tribute of Ming and Qing dynasties. Now the original exquisite tea has gone out of Guidong and Hunan. Go abroad and go to the world. People in their hometown exchanged those green leaves for stacks of thick RMB, slowly embarked on the road of getting rich and really lived a happy life. Looking at the high moon, along the soft moonlight, with the pace of missing, all the way to find, it seems to find the development direction of the wanderer, the wanderer's home, the harbor where the wanderer stays. I stared at the bright moon, the sky was dark blue, and the soft moonlight shone on my face. The round moon seemed to give me a bright smile, and the answer was engraved on its beautiful smiling face: "The flourishing tea industry in my hometown needs the enthusiastic participation and dedication of the vast number of wanderers! This is a broad development stage, and all kinds of talents need Qi Xin to work together! "
At this time, there are several white clouds in the blue sky, which are near and far from the bright moon. They seem to be playing hide-and-seek and playing with each other. In the moonlight, the "five-pointed star" on the river bank in my hometown shines brightly, illuminating every corner of my hometown land and warming every wanderer wandering in the ends of the earth! In a trance, I seem to see that "five-pointed star" waving to me! In a trance, I seem to have ended this wandering career! Night wind Xu Lai, tomorrow is in my arms. I reached out my right hand and held the moon tightly. I reached out my left hand and held the white clouds tightly. I seem to live a well-off life in advance in the cool autumn wind along the direction indicated by the "five-pointed star"! Mid-Autumn Moon! You are so full and smooth, you are so clear and bright! Next year, I look forward to meeting you in the Millennium tea town and Hakka blessed land!
Meditation on April Night As night falls, a bright moon is slowly rising, but the beautiful and magical stars have disappeared. I leaned against the window, and the noisy street downstairs seemed to be gradually leaving me.
The moonlight is so quiet and soft. The moon is brighter. Soak in a cup of faint chrysanthemum tea and begin to enjoy the beautiful moonlight.
The full moon is clear as water, giving off a soft light. This white jade plate hangs high in the thick night and in the hearts of every traveler who travels far away. I don't know when, the bright moon is surrounded by piles of dark clouds, like a beautiful fairy, looking down at the world with her eyebrows under the protection of everyone. Sometimes, she will hide her face shyly, and for a while, it seems that she can't resist the temptation of the world and secretly look at the world.
Occasionally, a few pale stars jump into my sight, and they scatter evenly around the bright moon, like a group of lovely dolls listening to their mother's touching stories!
Seeing this, I can't help but think: on this beautiful full moon night, I don't know how many wanderers are thinking about their way home day and night, and their families must be thinking about distant wanderers at the reunion table.
"The moon is full of rain or shine, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is old and difficult. I hope that people will last for a long time and have a good scenery. " I was full of thoughts, smelling the faint fragrance of tea, and I couldn't help reciting this famous poem softly.
Looking up at the moon again, I found that the moon had risen to the center of the sky. I stared at it for a long time, and my heart flew away like wings. ...