Overture in the Forest
I can’t remember where it was, but the scenery there does have an indescribable charm. A gurgling stream flows from the valley, and the colors The colorful stream flows quietly at your feet. The color is made up of withered flowers and fallen leaves. Lie down, immerse your hands in the water, and slowly hold it up. The crystal clear water will fill your hands, and then it will escape from your fingers unknowingly. At this time, if you smell your hands carefully, you will feel A wisp of fragrance will be captured by your nose, mixed with the smell of wild flowers. Pay careful attention, and if you are lucky, you will find a mountain flower that is still fresh, dragging its wet stamens and still blooming. In this providential journey, the dust on the jade body has long been washed away, and it is like a hibiscus emerging from the water, holy and simple.
Through the clear stream water, you can easily see the round and bright pebbles embedded in the river bank. This unique technique is perfect. Put it in your hand and feel it carefully. There is some coolness, which penetrates into the palm of your hand. Slowly tighten your palm. It is indescribably smooth, because it fits your hand skillfully, leaving no gaps. The dense Tolerance makes the hand and the stone blend into one, and you can't feel its existence anymore, just like a clenched fist. Inadvertently relaxing, the pebbles flew away in an instant, and with a pop, they fell into the stream. While splashing, they also brought a falling red flower into the water. The fine sand was stirred up, suspended in the water, and the falling red flower was lingering around. In the meantime, it gradually subsided and the water surface returned to calm, but this flower stayed here. She was lucky. The days of drifting with the tide ended. This was a good refuge.
The breeze blew over my hands dripping with water, and I immediately felt infinite joy in my heart. The long-lost beauty, listening to the trickling flow and the trembling of the maple forest, is not the sound of nature. The stream that originates from nowhere is playing this intoxicating music endlessly.
On the other side of the stream are mountains and forests. A few rotten tree trunks are covered with fungi and are full of life. Gray tits are pecking at will. This may be rebirth. Apparently there were squirrels everywhere. The fruits under the pine cone were sparsely sparse. As soon as I heard a noise, a pine tree fruit was removed. The movement was very quick, and then there was silence. After a closer look, it turned out that the squirrel was watching. It was looking at itself, and as soon as its footsteps moved, its figure was already on a branch several feet high.
The afterglow of the sun is gradually receding, let’s say goodbye for a while.
The moon accompanies the coldness
Whenever the moon sets in the west, I always want to say to it: Rest early, you have accompanied me through a long night, and with you Waiting, obviously I will no longer be lonely. The gentle moon waves flow in the mist. You often create a quiet atmosphere for me, hoping that I can sleep peacefully, but the result is that "the moon shadow is floating in the light dust, and I don't realize it." The sky is far away." Your silence always makes me wonder whether you also have the sadness of "hidden feelings, difficult to express." In the vast sky, only clear traces of frost are left, sparkling water flows, and the rhythm of the sky is heard. Thin clouds are still lingering, the wind touches your heartstrings again, and there is a bleak sound. You are eagerly looking forward to your soulmate, and you don’t need to tell him in thousands of words, just a peripheral vision is enough, even if the cloud sleeves are wet with sorrow and tears, and the window lights are like beans, because "he" is experiencing the same feeling.
The secret pain in the soul has long been unknown. Under the caress of the years, it has not faded away, only the hook is sinking. It hurts more and more when it is stopped. It is difficult to cut off and difficult to forget. The river is clear and shallow, a few degrees apart, full of water, and the pulse is silent.
Sometimes, I feel really tired and I thought I could take a rest, but my wish was disillusioned in reality. One night followed another.
Being stupid is not the ridicule of others, but my own sigh. The moon is like this, and so am I. At the moment of dawn, he gradually disappeared. On the willow branches above the moon, we vowed not to stop. The shadows fade away with sadness, I just sigh and don't look back.
Moon, still waiting.
In the autumn, I feel that your heartstrings are messed up again and it is difficult to calm down. Looking at the frost on the moon's temples from a distance, I suspect that it is hidden in the jade catkins. The song has not finished yet, and the night is still silent.
I will accompany you and walk with you. If you don’t say anything, I understand. No matter how long the night is.
A sad person is alone at night, and a lonely lamp weeps in the cold hall. But if you ask how much you are worried, you will know that the night is short and long.
Whispers from the rolling curtain
The midnight breeze makes the rolling curtains move quietly, the moon shadow dances, and the windows are lightly closed. Everything is silent, only the candlelight is dancing. The tea in the cup has already cooled down, and the faint fragrance of tea is still lingering at the rim of the cup. Her thin lips pursed slightly, with a hint of bitterness, and she swallowed helplessly, but it turned into sweet liquid in her throat. There is another full moon in the sky, the silvery light is all over the ground, and the cold dew on the leaves is crystal clear. You have been here all night long. When the dew slowly flows through the leaves, you will carefully collect it drop by drop. I am puzzled. I ask, and you laugh. , the essence of Mid-Autumn, ready for making tea.
The drops of water flowed together, and the jade beads fell down and fell into pieces in an instant. The wind stirred the green leaves, and the dew flew over like raindrops one after another, soaking the cotton felt and the green shirt. The dew that cannot be picked up is just like the teardrops that you cannot wipe away, not because of the waxing and waning of the moon, but because of parting with you. The person has gone away, but the fragrance of the tea remains; the tea has cooled, but the love remains; the lonely figure in front of the candle remains, thinking of you; the bronze mirror has no face, but the frown remains; the sound of the piano and the piano remains elegant; between the cases, the beautiful shadow remains.
The heart is like lilac in the rain, swaying in the cold wind, with a hint of melancholy. Only the faint touch of purple still lingers in the dream.
In a blink of an eye, the moon has set in the west, the candlelight has been exhausted, and it is dim, and the beautiful face of pink and white appears in front of my eyes, which is lingering, it is a lingering nostalgia.
The relationship between you and me is like the jasmine petals brewed in boiling water, rising and falling in the cup. We meet briefly, but if we think about it for a long time, it will be difficult to return.
I am reminded of a wonderful poem, <
The long-lost peace and tranquility are always like the autumn moon on the Xijiang River. The moon is like a hook, which makes it difficult to look back with sorrow and thoughts. The hanging moon shines eastwards.
The duet of the flute music has ancient charm, the lingering sound lingers, the echo is long, just waiting for the chariot shaft to turn around, and the sad moon is hidden in the west building.
The First Snow Whisper
Finally it was complete. Because of Xueer's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter was fully revealed.
The night is deep, and the dim street lamps are lit in the distance. The fog on the glass makes the vision blurry, and everything is frosted, mysterious and ethereal. In fact, the night needs to have a kind of looming charm.
My fingers playfully drew the word snow on the mist, half-written or not. The transparent notes were left behind like hollows, a rare glimpse of clarity in the hazy corner. It was such an inadvertent action that revealed the most precious thing of the night.
Snow, it really snowed, and I felt a pity for snow that I had never felt before. When I couldn’t wait to open the window, it flew all over the sky and came quietly..., and then There was also a blank in his mind. If I were to describe my feelings at this moment, it might be warm. Without any warning, they came together, walking briskly, and just like that, one after another, covering the ground and filling the field of vision. When heaven and earth are integrated, there are no hills in the mountains, no waves in the water, and the white water reflects the Milky Way.
The snow in front of me is not like goose feathers, but much smaller. They fall freely under the influence of the wind. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dancing postures unintentionally outline the trajectory of the cold wind. Perhaps because I was complaining about disturbing their masquerade party, a sudden gust of wind came towards me. When the wind blew over my face, the crystal velvet fell on my face one after another, which was very gentle and cool. The meeting with them seemed to be teasing me. When I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of water, and then they often reappeared. It is impossible to appreciate, because when you touch it, its soul will be nirvana, and only the body will be left. The helpless coldness made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly quit the dance.
Its rotation is so elegant, its steps are so light, and its whole body is dressed in silver, like a dancing ballet dancer. Under a shadow-tracing light, the scene is like a dreamlike "Swan Lake". Although their dance is short, every wonderful moment is evocative. They are like shooting stars in the night sky, explaining what perfection is again and again.
The snowy road is like the overturning of ten thousand petals of a jade pistil, layer upon layer, blending into one, making you unable to bear to step on it, tarnishing this purity. The snowy night is like a vacuum crystal bottle, full of love and silence, making you hold your breath to find the sound of snow. Just one note can touch your heartstrings...
I really hope the snow will continue to fall, because of your beauty and romance.
Hope you agree