, always should be another way. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; Madame
Clap your hands and jump around the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. lotus
There are many trees around the pond, which are lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. There is no moon.
Bright night, the road is gloomy, a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond myself and go to another place.
In a world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, a person is under the boundless moon.
You can think of anything or nothing, so you feel like a free man. What must be done during the day must be said.
Now you can ignore it. This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves
Among the children, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy in bud; Like a pearl,
Like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who has just bathed. The breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance, as if it were slim in the distant high building.
Like a song. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. Yeziben
It is side by side, so there is a bright wave mark. Under the leaves is running water, covered, not.
Can see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem
Wash with milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't be bright.
Photos; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. The moonlight shone through the Woods.
Yes, the bushes in the high places drop mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven.
However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; only
On one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke;
But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. tree
There are still one or two lamps leaking through the gap. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively is the cicada in the tree.
And frogs in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties.
Roughly know. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are not many lotus pickers.
Others watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu" put it well.
So the demon boy rowed the boat and said, "Yi Bird" made the first promise meeting and also passed the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi
Slim waist, slow down; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. So I think of "the west"
Sentences in Zhouqu:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. this
I really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently push the door in,
There was no sound and my wife slept for a long time.
Winter in the south
Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.
In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.
Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads. The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.
The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the river bank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now at a standstill. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.
Being here, I can only send my feelings to the window, send my heart to the distance, and hope to have a trace of new green and send the hope of spring.