From small to large, beautiful nights are deeply imprinted in my heart.
I have read Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night since I was a child. "The foot of the bed is so bright, it is better to be underground frost. When I look up, it turns out to be moonlight, and then it sinks, and I suddenly think of home"; Zhang Chunjiang Moonlit Night "Who first saw the moon by the river, and the moonlight shone on people at the beginning of the river? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiangyue is only similar year after year "; Sing Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou" "When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight. " .
How much childlike interest in childhood is at night. When the moon and stars are few, you can play hide-and-seek with your friends and run in a deep corner. For a long time, your friends couldn't find them and had to give up, but they fell asleep unconsciously, opened their sleepy eyes, and it was quiet all around. Only a bright moon shone lovingly and gently on me and followed me home.
Tonight, when I look at the dark green distant mountains, I like to enjoy this charming night. The noise, impetuousness, helplessness and unhappiness of the day have all left me. In the tolerance of the night, everything is so peaceful, quiet and beautiful. I don't want to sleep. I can't bear to sleep alone and enjoy a wonderful night. I really feel relaxed and happy, and want to take the wine to the wind. This kind of ease and leisure is beyond expression. I feel like an elf at night, deeply calm in the empty silence at night.
On a clear night, I made a cup of Tieguanyin, bathed in the moonlight, like wearing a silver coat, and let my thoughts fly. I am alone in this beautiful moonlight.
Under the cover of night, everything is so beautiful, everything is so quiet, everything is so harmonious, everything is so leisurely, and I am amazed at the magic and beauty of the creator. How I want to keep this wonderful time, how I want to stop time, think nothing, think nothing, relax my tense nerves, power, reputation, money, struggle, everything is floating in the wind, the moon bends down and the stars open their eyes.
Seeing the bright moon in the sky outside the window, my mood suddenly improved, and the haze that has been entangled in my heart these days gradually faded. I haven't seen such a beautiful moon tonight for a long time. I don't know where I've been hiding these days, but I can't see it. "The moon is high in the sky and the smoke is vast." Is the bright moon only in Tianshan Mountain, only in the sea of clouds? -that my bright moon here, don't fall from the sea of clouds, don't slip out from the Tianshan mountains?
My bright moon is not the bright moon outside the Book of Songs, the bright moon shining on Hanshan Temple by the Gusu River, the bright moon whose color is inferior to that of Yumenguan, the bright moon at the head of Baidi City in Qutang Gorge, the bright moon on the 24th Bridge, the bright moon that rises and falls with the river, the bright moon that turns into Zhuge, the bright moon of the West Lake in July and a half, but it is really my bright moon. She is plump, cheerful and affectionate. She bathed in the shower formed by the thousand-year-old snow in Taibai Mountain, moistened her throat with the clear dew on the top of the mountain, and had the brilliance of Ming Che, which contained the magnificent weather of prosperous times.
The bright moon is an eternal bright moon, and people have given it too many humanistic meanings and too many personal feelings. The bright moon tonight is Li Bai's bright moon, Zhang's bright moon, your bright moon, Su Dongpo's bright moon, Zhang Dai's bright moon and my bright moon. My bright moon hangs in the cloudless deep blue sky outside my window in Wan Li, revealing my inner fragrance and showing my graceful figure.
The full moon in the West Building is a realm, a beautiful realm, and I have entered this realm. In this state, I'm free, I'm at ease, I'm at ease, and my heart flows gently and quickly like a stream in the forest. Turn off the light on the bookcase and let my bright moon fall on my pages and keyboard. The moon is with me, and I am with the moon. The bright moon gave me aura and poetry, and my words were saturated with the moisture of Tianhe and the fragrance of osmanthus trees. Although I know that the moon is far away, I really feel the moon around me, in the corner of my bookshelf, on my book case and in my soul.
In the cold frost and snow, climb the winding Great Wall and see the bright moon at the end of the Yellow River. In the bleak night, the Banqiao stone road where pheasants crow overlooks the bright moon on the treetops of the long forest connecting heaven and earth. Can you not leave the impression of the bright moon on the yellow manuscript paper? Jumping out of the bright moon in the long wave of words is a lifetime accident and the ultimate artistic conception of pen and ink. Who doesn't know all the literati in the world? -stroke a handful of moonlight, mash it in ink, and there will be the soul of the bright moon in the text. Mingyue will never leave me again, and I will always be with Mingyue!
Leave people speechless, the moon is silent, and the moon is affectionate. Don't miss people like the bright moon, water city between clouds. "Ye in a moonlit restaurant in Chang 'an, silently looking at the round white tracts in the sky, eyes filled with infinite affection, thinking of his distant friends-it doesn't matter, people and the bright moon are closely combined, from then on, people are the bright moon, and the bright moon is also a person.
"Castle Peak has sex, and the moon has been in two townships" or Wang Changling saw it coldly and thoroughly. Mingyue is lonely, and it also needs company. "The voice is too light for anyone to hear except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue". Yes, only when two lonely souls meet, can they deeply understand each other and understand each other's contents, and can "Xiao Yue hang a jade bow as a curtain" and look at each other day and night tirelessly.
The bright moon belongs to poets, and only poets can know the value of the bright moon. The moon belongs to me. Look, isn't the bright moon quietly with me tonight? A short parting is the joy of reunion. -this bright moon, after all, is willing to be with me forever. Some people actually linger with candles and admire bright flowers, but I dare not listen to the distant cock crow in front of the window and the bright moon.