The stars are shining, the first quarter moon is embedded in the starry sky, and there are waves of fragrance in the jujube forest-not the fragrance of jujube trees, but the fragrance of flowers.
Now the night is deep, there is no light in the room, and the spring breeze blows in gently from the window, bringing flowers to the whole room.
The night is quieter, so quiet that you can hear the sound of dew dripping on the petals.
Just as the meteor rises, a crescent moon like a moth's eyebrow hangs on the distant treetops. There are flowers in the wind, and the scenery is mysterious and beautiful.
Rainstorm is like a prodigal son who broke into a rich family in the middle of the night. It came suddenly and went quickly.
But after he came, everything was moistened and changed by him. There is a fragrance of early spring leaves in the Woods, and the chill in the wind is heavier, but the world is peaceful and quiet.
No one, no sound, the noise and troubles in the world of mortals seem to have been completely isolated from the door.
It's just that some of the most dangerous and terrible things in the world are often hidden in this calm.
Blue sky, returning clouds, the sun has just risen, shining on the red flowers and green leaves, still crystal clear.
Fresh dew.
The wind is also fresh, fresh and fragrant, just like the breath of a passionate girl.
No fog, faint white clouds, it looks like a dream. A gust of wind blew, and the faint crows in the pine forest woke up, and the sunset in the west was even lighter. Then dusk enveloped the earth. The moon is full.
The smell of cinnamon is floating in the autumn wind. The fragrance of cassia seed is full of chill.
The wind blows in through the window, and the moonlight shines in through the window. The wind is as cold as the moon.
Throughout the ages, I wonder how many people have used many nouns to describe "Liu".
Some people say that willow is like silk, others say that willow is like snow. In the eyes of ordinary people, willow is always soft, whether it is like silk or snow. Spring night, spring rain, Bashan.
Rainy nights in spring are always sad, especially in the mountains, isolated mountains, sloping stone roads, and moss marks splashed with ink ... How many sad memories of famous predecessors have been buried under moss marks, and how many spring flowers have turned into spring mud before they are released.
The sunset suddenly appeared from a large chaotic cloud. The sunset is already red, very red.
When the sunset is the reddest, it will sink. Is anybody there? Are people like this?
Snow, when it meets warm sunshine, will of course melt. However, the Millennium ice will not melt, not only will it not melt, but it will make the sun cool and become eclipsed.
It's early summer, the sun is shining, the sea is blue, seagulls glide lightly between masts, and life is colorful and full of youthful joy.
The deep hall is heavy
The thick bamboo curtain is deep, which isolates everything in the world of mortals from the curtain, but hides all the autumn charm of the deep mountains in the hall.
The bamboo curtain asked if there were swallows hovering on the beam. The former Wang Xietang, the former swallow, has flown into this yard today. Zhong Ding on the desk, is it a relic of Jingu?
The faint morning light, the shadows of flowers everywhere and the chirping of birds outside the curtains make the hall quieter. The three kings are waiting for the shutter to welcome guests.
The picturesque mountain forest is still lit with a little light, reflecting pavilions and bamboo waterfalls.
Waterfalls fall from the sky, flying beads splash jade, as bright as silver. Strangely, such a large waterfall hangs upside down from mid-air and pours into the lake. The sound of water is not deafening, but it sounds more refreshing. Obviously, water power has been skillfully vented a lot.
There seems to be a faint sound of silk and bamboo in the wind, which makes this picturesque valley more peaceful and quiet.
It's late at night, and everything is quiet.
The silence in the mountains is always bleak, which is by no means something that people in the world of mortals can think of.
Although the wind is blowing, making the leaves swish, it only adds a little sadness to this silence.
The spring sun, like a little girl's face, finally emerged shyly from the clouds and shone warmly on this bustling long street. Big sister, little brother, little wife and old lady all took off their cotton-padded jackets, put on red and green spring clothes and walked in the street in the sun to show others their new clothes.
Badminton made of three chicken feathers and two copper coins is jumping around in the street. Various colorful kites are flying in the blue sky, and even the old man's mouth secretly contains a sweet-scented osmanthus candy.
The long and cold winter has finally passed, and everyone is ready to enjoy the joy of spring.
A bunch of azaleas have blossomed under the hillside, and the distant green hills have been washed as green as jade by the spring rain. A pair of butterflies flew in and out of the flowers, and the garden was as quiet as if it were outside the world of mortals.
Spring is ahead, the rising sun has just risen from the verdant distant mountains, and the breeze carries the fragrance of new leaves in the distant mountains. Dewdrops shine in the sun, like the eyes of a first lover.
It thundered, and spring thunder rang again. The downpour, like a long-simmering anger, finally fell.
Lightning tore the dark sky, and the raindrops shone like pearls, and then turned into a piece of silver.
The curtain of light hangs over the dark earth. It should be sunrise now, but when there is no lightning, it is darker between heaven and earth.
There may be few people in this world who associate the desert with the ocean. The ocean is vivid, magnificent and beautiful, full of vitality, which makes people open-minded and passionate.
There are many people who love the ocean as much as life.
What about the desert? No one will like the desert, and people who have been to the desert will not want to go again.
However, if one can really understand the ocean and desert equally, he will find that these two seemingly completely different places actually have many similarities.
They are all equally ruthless, and they can also make human beings feel the smallness and humbleness of life, and they are also full of totally unbearable changes. In this change, human life will immediately become as fragile as an eggshell under a hammer. To some extent, the ocean is even more violent and cruel than the desert, and it also carries some merciless ridicule for human beings.
Although the sea is green and lovely, there are probably more people dying of thirst at sea than in the desert.
Look at this river. It's rising all day. Even if someone throws two thousand gold, it will only splash. When the spray disappears, the river will not change, as if nothing had happened. Whether you put in 22 thousand gold or 100 kilograms of scrap iron, the result is the same.
That's what happened. There are many helpless things in this world. Once it's over, it will be like a spring dream.
Spring has arrived. In spring, everything in the world is growing. The dead leaves of wood are so dense that the leaves in the jungle are so vast that even the sun can't shine in. Between the leaves of the trunk, there is still a misty gray, so that you can only see a little misty shadow. Yes, but not far. The snake's liquid, the fox's heart, the ice and snow in the North Sea, the rocks in the Tianshan Mountains, the bravery of lions, the ferocity of jackals, the patience of camels, the intelligence of people, and ghosts from eighteen layers of hell.
Like sin, the swamp seems to have an evil attraction. As long as you sink in, you will only sink in the end.
The wind blew outside the window, and the fallen leaves hit the window one by one, just like a tired hand, fiddling with the dry strings. Although there is sound, it is more boring than silence.