1 Jianglou bell and drum
The afterglow of the setting sun is lightly sprinkled on the flowing water, and the Qingjiang River reveals a soft and quiet atmosphere in the slight twilight. The river is sparkling, which is only one point lower than Bai Letian's "half river rustling and half river red". Far from the shore, there was a faint sound of bells and drums from the bottom of the river. The wind is clear and sunny, and the sunshine fades away in this quiet and peaceful place until the water and the sky are the same, without any difference.
Go to Dongshan in February
The bright moon is eternal light in Houyi's heart, but in Chang 'e's eyes, it is no different from an ice hell. The bright moon is an immortal scenery on the sea, and poems have been sent here since ancient times. The night is dim, the Qingjiang River is bright and the river is slowly flowing, which is the eternal sorrow since the Queen E. The crescent moon, like a hook, sticks to the mountain eyebrows in a low way, just like a little black on a beauty's forehead, which is beautiful and unique.
3 Return air curved water
The wind, low across the water, set off countless beautiful ripples in the middle of the river, layer upon layer, far like a dream in a previous life. Water, swaying gently on the shore, overflows quietly, and endless waterlines spread around, casting a circuitous shadow on the blue-black sky, which is endless.
4 Huaying platform
Are those flowers swaying on the shore? Or the crimson pearl grass soaked with tears? Is the endless attachment in Princess Xiaoxiang's eyes only for the moment when the clouds open and the moon shines? Nothing is more touching than Xiaoxiang Moon, and Chu is the most fascinating. Flowers move with the wind, and spring tides wash sand. In front of such flowers and under such a moon, can people also quietly wash away the dirt in their hearts and let the imprisoned soul fly freely? Are there any spring flowers in Guanghan Palace? Is the osmanthus tree that has stood proudly for many years still fragrant? Hou Yi, in Chang 'e's dream or in tears? Did WU GANG, who was logging that day, also miss the prosperity of the world? The moon hangs high with Chang 'e's mottled tears. Now, has it become a vast sea of sand? It's an old account, Dai frowned. In the shadow of Taiwan Province, there is a bright moon in the sky, which stands proudly on earth and mourns the world of mortals.
5 deep water clouds
Water, in the deepening night, also gradually goes deep; Clouds, in the deeper sky, are farther and farther away. Where is the hometown of previous lives? Where is the jade girl? Is the water immersed in the distant sky? Are clouds making shadows? The bright moon is still the bright moon, but where are the ancients it once shone on? Is this a dream or a wake-up, a drunk or a sleep? Only in the hazy month, is a piece of water and sky. Flowers and grass, in such water and in such a world, have lost their colors. What kind of water is this, what kind of day! If you haven't walked through such a scene, you won't understand what kind of picturesque poetry is hidden behind a distant ink landscape in China.
6 fishing sings late
Melodious fishing songs came from the other side of the river and from the other side of the mountain. In a distant place, do you still remember the picturesque drinking and singing? You think of Qingjiang River a long time ago. This is a good flowing water. It shines like a beautiful satin in the moonlight. That lamp is cold. In your heart, it is just the sword you dream of, extremely sharp. When you dream of killing your opponent with it, blood is flying all over the sky and people fall. Then you blow off the last drop of blood on the sword like Ximen Chuixue, just like blowing off a snowflake, and your expression is indescribable loneliness. You set foot on another road at sunset and walked past your wife without looking back ... On a snowy night, you walked in a deserted valley, with the sky as the cover and the ground as the road. Nothing in this world can stop you. You have become a unique swordsman in this world. Nothing? What ... nothing? ..... Fishing songs, melodious fishing songs, drifting across rivers and mountains, coming to you. This song is about your people, your career, your family and your wife. Do you listen to this song or not? Listen or not?
7 Huilan Paian
Not the tide of the sea, not as magnificent as it is. It's the tide of Qingjiang River, the sketch sung by the Red Chamber, and the Yu Di blown by the breeze. The fishing boat flew back in the waves. Layer after layer of river waves, layer after layer, stirred up and down on the shore. How many generations have the waves in The Heart of the River been refined? Move, boneless aquatic plants, get ready to move. Moist will string her tears that have flowed for 300 years into a line, thus reaching the water surface, just to see people's faces. Tears are broken, the Pearl Bridge is broken, and the sad watery spirit can only return to the bottom again to continue her eternal sadness. The moon in the middle of the river can't illuminate the bottom of the river, and the endless sand and stones at the bottom of the river are the shells shed by the watery heart every year.
8 nao Ming yuan se
The sound of rowing faded away in the running water. Only the river is still silent and empty.
Love is back in the boat.
Paddles paddle quietly in the water, and whirlpools roll slowly in the water. ? Is to go back to the boat, without attachments.
/kloc-end of 0/0
With the sudden paddle sound, the fishing boat left. What was left on the water was silence. But is it really only silence that stays on the water? The roar of bells and drums, melodious fishing songs, lapping waves, underwater sound … all the voices still reverberate in the silence of the empty mountain. The bright moon in Dongshan, the cool breeze of winding water, mottled flower shadows, the vastness of water and sky … all the pictures are still repeated in the moonlight. People walk in a thousand-year dream, taking away lofty sentiments and leaving behind sadness.
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People spend a moonlit night by the river.
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows slowly around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know what I will do with the moon, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds are long and the green maple is full of sorrow.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
If you wander upstairs and around the moon, you should take your eyes off the dresser.
The curtain of Yuhu Lake could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the felt.
At this time, I don't know each other, I hope to shine on you one by one.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
The river stays in spring and wants to go away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Swan song, moonlight on the spring river.
Holy Spring, Yangtze River, Fan Hua, Yue Ming and Lengye.
Every time I finish reading it, I will always be immersed in the loneliness of this thousand years ago.
The great river is infinitely vast, silently connecting the firmament at both ends. Silence, nothingness, no light and no shadow, everything is empty. Is this scene Tai Chi? Perfect circle, static circle, Tai Chi. Quiet, quiet, quiet to make people sleepy, silent, colorless, rash.
Pangu raised his axe, and the first wave hit Gan Kun. The moon, like an axe blade, appears at the end of this still satin. Axe blade, with cold light and ice axe, swept the world. A moment of cleaning left a moment of bright throb. The water turned into the tide, surging behind the blade and axe, surging, surging, surging with the wind and moon. Everything is shaking, Tai Chi is gone. Only move, move, float, blow and surge. Shocked, shocked; Everything is connected, everything is connected, and everything swings. Change is a complete change. In an instant, only in an instant, the heavens and the earth moved synchronously.
Light causes tides, and tides push light. Thousands of miles, Wan Li, the diameter of the sky, the extreme of the earth. The tide is covered with light, and when the light approaches the tide, it is gone, surging, surging.
There is only one line on the Yangtze River. More and more, the spring river on earth welcomes the bright moon! The moon rises, the moon rises, and the moon floats, breaking the Tai Chi in Kyushu. Month, spring month, Jiang month and Chunjiang month drive the world trend. This tide, that tide, each other's tide.
The river is divided into two banks, and the river connects things; There is a spring moon at the head of the river and spring flowers by the river. The moonlight shines, but the spring flowers have no shadow. Spring flowers have fragrance, the fragrance is frozen by cold leaves, and the frozen fragrance flows to the bright moon with the spring river. River, seen from a distance, is a river, and a river is an area; Close to see only water, water into ten thousand years. River and water surround spring flowers. Bold and free and easy, tactfully charming, connected, intertwined and attractive.
The moon is far away and the light is near. Faint, apricot yellow on the moon, Yin Hui on the water; Receptacle moonlight, a piece of autumn frost. Flowers are full of branches, branches are full of trees, and trees are born. There is a cluster of incense by the river and a cluster of autumn frost under the moon.
Between heaven and earth, the night air turns. The air at night is full of light, and light flows with the air. Water surrounds the tree, and between the air currents, silver light and silver frost are intertwined and floating. The spring breeze brings the night air and caresses the autumn frost. Dance, dance, dance on the moonlight river.
There are many flowers and trees, and there is river sand beside the trees. River sand and white sand float under the night flight, scattering and scattering the brilliance of the moon. The sparkling rivers in Yin Hui are covered with bright white sand in the night air. White sand is catalyzed into brilliance by the night air. Silver frost, still dancing; The smell of silver is still flowing. Fly, ignore, be at a loss.
Blue, dark blue, dark blue, layered around the moon. Deep blue is stained with Chun Lv, deep blue is stained with moonlight, and there are flowers and moonshine by the river! The night is simple, and the moonlight is clear, bright, clean and dust-free. Such a night can make the air flow at night, and such a night can make the moonlight drift away.
Everything is gone, everything is flying. There are rivers, surging rivers; There are flowers and frost flowers. Look straight at the moon, there is nothing but it, the moon. Perfect circle, perfect light; The bright moon at the head of the river occupies the beach of this night alone. Bright and clean.
Only the moon is left in my eyes, and the moon is not eternal. There are ups and downs, a beginning and an end, a circle and a moon. What kind of night is the rising moon? That night, I was thinking, is there this spring river? That night, I wondered if there were such idle people. Whether the air at night is static and glorious; Is Tai Chi that night waiting to be broken? Depressed people, lonely nights, when did you start waiting for this fickle Leng Yue?
Rivers and waves push each other, and the spring breeze is similar year after year. Looking beyond the moon, the moon becomes eternal again. Man looks up at the moon when he is alive, and the moon is at the zenith when he dies. Tides repeatedly push each other and erode the river bank, so people can only stay with the moon day after day for generations. People are outside the moon, and the moon is outside people. They are two parallel lines, enjoying life alone. The same moon bears the lovesickness of generations of human beings. Generation after generation of lonely people also looked up endlessly to ask about this strange full moon.
People are lonely because of waiting, and look at the moon because of loneliness. Lonely, lonely, lonely person, lonely month. Life is limited, and loneliness will have an end even if it cannot be solved. Na Yue, eternal, eternal loneliness, I don't know if it can wait for eternity. Eternal waiting, I don't know if I can wait until the end of eternity. The moon is waiting and the river is flowing. Wait, surge, end.
The moon rises and the river flows. In a hurry, only people. Leave in a hurry, wait in a hurry and end in a hurry. Maple leaf is a parting thing; Puzhe, the place of parting. Worry, worry, worry about yourself. Tianya, there is a river, there is a moon, there is a night, there is spring at the right time, and the weather is right.
Wandering boat, lovesickness building. When the moon is not down, there will be no crows in the sky. How many rivers by the river, how many boats, strangers from all directions, look at the moon in their other eight directions to eliminate their troubles. Who is the tramp and who is the boat? Don't ask. Just like you don't have to ask where this spring river comes from and where this spring flower goes.
Xiaolou is different from Chunjiang. The river is full of moonlight, and the small building is full of moonlight. There is light because of the moon; Because of someone, there is a shadow. The river with light is just the riverside, and the building with shadow is still the moon building. Because people are in the dark, people see the light, and the bright moonlight is all over the sky. The moon calls for acacia, and the shadow relieves sorrow. One is exposure, and the other is tolerance. This change is repeated, and the heart hides the bright moon building.
The night is still long, and the moon is still wandering. Wandering in the spring night, wandering in the striped moon building. South window and north window, there is always a place to accommodate moonlight. A ray of moonlight, a trace of sadness, sleepless night.
On the bright moon night, people are speechless in front of the mirror. All is silent, and the role tonight is only moonlight. Moonlight, boudoir, dressing. The lingering of the moon, the lingering of people; Shadows are chaotic, and people are chaotic. Sleepless nights under the moon, disturbing thoughts floating in the shadows.
Stay away from the crowd in the month, month and night. Close your eyes and open them again; Don't want to, and unwilling. Night with moonlight, just wandering with thoughts. Moonlight, nowhere to hide, nowhere to go, nowhere to put. Yue Ming Building, the Acacia Building attached to Yuehua. Chasing, worrying, streamer.
The lovesickness between the two places does not meet, and the dream is to look at the moon at this time. To err is human, and the moon shines on both the monarch and the foreigner. Leng Yue in Jiangtou and Leng Yue in the building are different in the same month. Guanghua, shining, under the same moon, acacia. Leng Yue, cold noodles, cold master.
Geese fly, fly by themselves; Jump, break Yin Hui. Flying freely, accompanied by streamers, the swan goose contaminated with jathyapple has been flying for a long time. Without me and thinking, I can't wait to fly. Flying over the Chunjiang River, spring blossoms. Flying fast, still stained with moonlight, flying but chasing the moon. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to go, nowhere to fall. Acacia, streamer, geese fly.
Fish jump, jump into the spring river, jump into the spring night. Underwater darkness, underwater cold, diving, diving. A long-awaited leap towards the bright moon overnight. Spring tides surge, ichthyosaurs leap, and the waterline and waves of Yin Hui shine. Jumping down, the water is still cold, and there are water marks under the moon.
Spring night, a night of spring dreams; Spring blossoms, a dream falls. "Hibiscus flowers with sawdust, red calyx in the mountains. There is no one at home, leaving it open. " Red flowers, spring flowers, nobody cares, flowers bloom and fall. There is a bright moon at the top of the pool, and the water is accompanied by falling flowers, which are covered and circulated, and the flowers fall into the idle pool.
Can Hong, Can Chun, Can Si, Yi Si. Lonely buildings, lonely boats, loneliness, loneliness.
Tide, tide, surge all night, surge all night. Last spring, I was free to go for one night. Rivers are boundless, and people think at the end; Spring night has a head, and people complain about the harvest. River, river, endless spring river. Nothing can be left, nothing can be taken away, the water is empty, and the cuckoo is thin.
The river flows, pushing the moonlight, and finally brings the moon from one end to the other. The moonlight is dim and pale. Moonlight blends with the sky, and the river is still silent. The river flows, the fog rises and the moonlight closes. At one end of the river is the waning moon, and at the other end is the white hazy sea fog.
The moon rises and the tide moves; The moon sets and the river flows quietly. Without surging and flying, the full moon plunged into the white fog. Disappear, disappear, leaving a dark river, a clump of half-fallen spring flowers, a person is worried about himself.
Jiang Cheng moonlight, not for a thousand jumps; Jiang Lian, you and I are just connecting the ends of the earth. There is Jieshi in the east and Xiaoxiang in the west, looking at the moon in both phases, and the moon setting is unknown. The herdsmen in Xiaoxiang have a song: You ask me the way once in your life, and I wave to you once in my life. Singing repeatedly, how accidental, how lonely and helpless. Wait for someone!
There was no tide last night, and the moon was full last night. Na Yue, several people meet, some break up, some are happy and some are sad. The moon rises and sets. How many songs are there? Sadness and joy, eternal moment. People fell asleep when the moon set.
The spring breeze rises again, flowers and trees rustle and the river rises. Quiet, quiet, everything is reset. Silence, vanity, no light and no shadow. Tide, silent; Trees can move, but they can't see.
Too quiet, lonely? It doesn't matter. I was the only one enjoying the moon by the river.
In the spring tide, the riverside flowers are oblique,
Even the sky is full of moonlight.
Who is the wanderer waiting for?
Loneliness leaves a lonely night.
Farewell.
Moonlit night on the riverside.