Along the path around the garden, there are clusters of fragrant flowers next to it, and the fragrance permeates every corner of the garden like air. This is a vibrant garden, and many children should taste the life here before going to school during the day. In the evening, many old people enjoy flowers and birds, which is very comfortable. But later, it was very quiet here, and occasionally there were one or two chirping calls, which were also crickets.
There are only two or three people in the garden. I put my hand in my pocket and enjoyed everything in the garden. At this time, the whole garden seems to belong to me alone, and I seem to have surpassed myself and entered another world. Tonight, standing alone in this fragrant garden, I can think of anything and nothing. At this moment, I feel like a free man. What I usually have to do.
In this beautiful garden, I am looking forward to clusters of wild lilacs. The color of lilacs is beautiful, like countless small purple speakers blowing their beautiful melodies in the sky. Like a slim dancer's hand, like a small pendant tied around her waist, like a beautiful hairpin inserted in the hair of an ancient lady, when the breeze blows, it brings a burst of fragrance, as if a beautiful melody flies into my ears. It passes through the other side of the garden like lightning, and the ups and downs between flowers and leaves are like waves on the sea. There are many small yellow flowers under the flowers, and you can't see the whole picture of the flowers, but lilacs are more beautiful.
The moonlight quietly sprinkled on the lilacs. In the bright moonlight, the petals of lilacs are as crystal clear as cicadas, like dancers in light skirts. The moonlight is still faint, but I feel that my heart has gradually calmed down under this kind of scenery. I took a deep breath of cool air and felt refreshed. In the moonlight, the shadow of lilacs swayed with the wind, like jumping notes on the music score, and like playing a beautiful tune.
There are many trees around the garden, but most of them are banyan trees, which are uneven, many-hued. From a distance, they look like a group of garden guardians. At this time, the moonlight and the lights complement each other. Under such a scene, the garden is shrouded in an intoxicating mist. Occasionally, some bugs fly slowly under the light, which I don't think I can enjoy.
I suddenly remembered Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane. In this season of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sad, melancholy.
Dai Wangshu is eager to meet such an excellent woman, a little sad and a little sad. And I can only comb my thoughts and calm my heart in this yard full of lilacs.
Slowly I walked home again, and my parents were already asleep.
Fish pond moonlight
I'm very upset these days. Sitting on the balcony to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the fish pond I passed every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. As the moon rises, the laughter of the children downstairs can no longer be heard. My wife is staring blankly at TV in the room, counting the total number of gold medals in the Olympic Games in China. I put on my clothes quietly and took the door downstairs.
Along the fish pond, it is a tortuous cement road. It was originally a very busy road; During the day, commuters pass by, but at night, it is quiet and lonely. There are many willows on the north and south sides of the fish pond, which are lush. The street lamps on campus are not bright, and the streets are gloomy and scary at night without moonlight. There is a small fish pond lying in ambush on the south road, which makes people have to be careful. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking slowly. The world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; I like living in groups and being alone. For example, tonight, under the boundless moon, a person can think about everything and think of nothing, and feel that he is a free person. Whatever he has to do during the day, he can ignore it now. This is the beauty of a person. I can enjoy the moonlight in this small fish pond.
There are several clusters of lotus flowers in the water of the fish pond, but there are no leaves in the field. Occasionally, a cluster grows very well, and the leaves are high above the water, like a graceful dance skirt. There should be some elegant lotus flowers in the middle of the leaves, but these clusters of lotus flowers have only a few leaves. One cluster doesn't even want to grow at full strength, only a few leaves are left, which may be released from the factory in front.
But such lotus leaves do not affect the caress of moonlight. Moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring on this small leaf. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine. The street lamps on campus are not turned on, and the moonlight shines through the treetops, leaving mottled shadows, but I think this is the advantage-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap has a different flavor. In this not so bright moonlight, it seems that everything is covered and everything is not so real. It seems that it must exist, and it seems that it does not necessarily exist. Everything is just a little careless.
The street lamps in the distance of the campus are all on, but they are not very bright and listless. They are the eyes of people who are eager for sleep. Trees are lively, and unremitting cicadas announce their existence. Not far from the main road, there are occasional car sounds, and there will be short or long car horns at the corner; In the distance, someone's cell phone rang suddenly, and there was a burst of warm music, but soon someone answered the phone and the music was broken. On the contrary, it is a little lower and farther away, and I can't hear it. But all this excitement belongs to others, and I have nothing. Next to this small fish pond, I can stand quietly and let the moonlight cover my body. There is no leakage from head to toe. Bubbles occasionally appear in the fish pond until the water surface is broken again. But after a while, other bubbles will emerge. A few naughty koi fish swam around in the water, but they could feel their leisure. Unfortunately, I'm not a fish, so I can't enjoy them. The fun is theirs, I can't enjoy it.
Campus moonlight
The vast fog is a rare pastime. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind at night is really cold.
In the dead of night, I walked like this: along the cement road in front of the teaching building, through the humanistic signs of the campus, around the green lawn, riding a circular street lamp, emitting innocent light, stepping on my long and short shadow, and landing with my heel, Yu Yu made her way forward.
"I was the only one on the road, walking around with this hand on my back. This world seems to be mine. " In the dead of night, there is no artistic conception in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. There is no need to look up. The night sky in the city has long been stained with colorful rainbows.
Through the back door of the campus, a breeze blew, and poplar leaves rustled like a dense rain. The school dormitory lost its old lights, and the light was much dim. This moonlit night is much quieter. The full moon in the sky is covered with layers of pale yellow halo, neither fat nor thin, not surprised nor spoiled. "Tonight is good, although the moonlight is still faint."
"Hometown Ming", I remember a cartoon by Mr. Feng Zikai, "Several people in Jianglou remember each other". Teacher Feng sketched the characters on the balcony with a few simple strokes, but left most of the space for the full moon in the sky. Poetry and painting are as simple and simple as painting, but they exhaust the infinite thoughts in the world. "The bright moon is thousands of miles away", a ray of light travels through time and space, shining on the kind faces of my hometown elders and foreign lands. At this time, I have more "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." This matter is ancient and difficult. "
The fragrance of the newly mowed lawn and the fragrance of the blooming chrysanthemums in the flower beds add a little more noise to the originally cool moonlit night. The moonlight is still as thin as running water, and the dim path is lined with mottled shadows. The breeze blows, blowing leaves, making the faint moonlight light and free.
"Under this boundless moon, a person can think of everything, but can't think of anything, so he feels like a free man ..." The cicadas in the grass are still singing in no hurry, not sad or happy, and they don't care about the harshness that this clear autumn will bring them. "Poor bright moon, where are you going, where are you going? Is there another world, just to see you there, light and shadow in the East? " By chance, I remembered Xin Qiji's poem "Yulan Man", which is simple, lively and picturesque, like Qiu Chan's singing.
The autumn wind blows gently, and the moonlight is like silver. I'm still walking on the path paved with colored stones, and my white clothes are a bit dazzling on such a moonlit night. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. I don't know where to go on such a moonlit night. A taciturn boy ten years ago? Or a young man who will compete with literature in 20 years? A wisp of breeze blew, and the path became more noisy, like my faint worries, scattered all over the floor. I can't help laughing. I should go on like this.