midnight breeze, the shutter is moving, the moon is dancing, and the window leaf is lightly covered. Everything is silent, only the candlelight is dancing, the tea in the cup is already cold, and the faint fragrance of tea is still lingering at the mouth of the cup. My thin lips sip slightly, and I feel bitter, but I can't help swallowing it, but it turns into a sweet flow in my throat. It's another full moon in the sky, and Yin Hui is everywhere, and the cold dew among the leaves is crystal clear. You used to stay here all night, and when the dew slowly flows through the leaves, you will carefully collect it drop by drop. I don't understand, ask, you laugh, and the essence of Mid-Autumn is ready for making tea.
the drops converge, and the jade beads hang down, falling down in an instant and falling into pieces. The wind blows the green leaves, and the dew is like rain, which flies over one after another, wetting the cotton felt and infiltrating the blue. The dew you can't pick up is just like the tears you can't wipe away, not for the full moon, but for parting with you. People are gone, and the fragrance is still there; The tea is cold, and the sentiment is still the same; Lonely in front of the candle, I still miss you; The bronze mirror has no capacity, and the eyebrows are still frowning; Harp, still elegant; Between the cases, the beautiful image remains the same.
My heart is like a lilac in the rain, swaying in the cold wind, with a trace of melancholy. Only the faint touch of purple still lingers in my dream. In a blink of an eye, the moon has sunk in the west, the candle has been exhausted, and I feel dim, and my face is beautiful, and I can't get rid of it. That is the nostalgia of wet dream.
between you and me, like jasmine petals brewed in boiling water, we are ups and downs in a cup, and we meet for a short time, but if we think about the long term, it will be difficult to return.
Think of a wonderful poem <; < Man tingfang > > Surrounded by Tsing Yi, Yingying is plain and quiet. And the moon is the gentlest, so I can love Fang, and I am elegant, and I will leave you, but I am not willing to worry. Immersed in the water, passionate, and the bottom of the cup is fragrant.
The long-lost leisure is always like the autumn moon in the Xijiang River, and the moon is like a hook. It is hard to look back when you hook up your worries, and the hanging moon shines eastward.
The ensemble of Xiao Qu, with its profound charm, lingering sound and long echo, is waiting for you, with the shaft turning and the moon hidden in the west building.
The first words of Xue Ji
have finally come to fruition. Because of Cher's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter is vividly revealed.
the night is deep, and the dim street lamps are lit in the distance. The fog on the glass makes the line of sight hazy, and everything is like a matte, mysterious and illusory. In fact, the night just needs to have a looming charm.
The naughty fingers scribble a snow word on the fog, and the transparent notes are left behind like hollowing out, which is rare and thorough in the hazy corner. It was such a casual action that I realized the most precious thing of the night.
Snow, it's really snowing. I have never felt pity for snow before. When I can't wait to open the window, it flutters all over the sky and comes quietly ... and then my mind is blank. If I say what I feel at this time, it may be warmth. Without any warning, they came together and walked at a brisk pace. In this way, teams came one after another, covering the earth and full of vision. When the sky and the earth are integrated, there are no mountains, no waves, and the white practice reflects the Tianhe River.
The snow in front of us is not like goose feathers, but much smaller. Under the action of the wind, they fall down at will. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dance, inadvertently outlined the trajectory of the cold wind. Maybe it's because I disturbed their masquerade ball. Suddenly a gust of wind came on us. When the wind brushed my cheeks, crystal snow fell on my face one after another, very soft and cool. Its meeting with me seemed to be playing a trick on me. When I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of water, and then they often reappeared. You can't appreciate it, because when you touch it, its soul will go to nirvana, leaving only its body. Helpless cold made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly quit the dance.
Its rotation is so elegant, its pace is so light, and it is covered in silver, just like a dancing ballet dancer. Under a shadow-chasing lamp, there is a dreamlike Swan Lake. Although their dance is short-lived, every wonderful moment is memorable. They are like meteors in the night sky, explaining what perfection is again and again.
The snowy road, like the overturning of ten thousand petals of pistils, is layered and integrated, so that you can't bear to trample on it and defile this purity. The snowy night, like a vacuum crystal bottle, is full of affection and silence, so that you can hold your breath to find the sound of snow, and only one note can touch your heartstrings.
I hope the snow will continue to fall, because of your beauty and your romance.
One thing that moved me
Living in this world, there are always many things that make people feel sentimental and emotional. The world is not heartless, and people always have feelings. It is a very realistic phenomenon that people get along well and get along badly just because of getting along!
There are many things that touched me most:
When I was a child, my father milked me and fought with the shepherd's dog in the snow and ice. My mother said it was funny, but I was really moved. This often insisted on my reason to live. Because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier, and he was always upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentry there often teased us. My mother often said that I almost always died when I was a child, and later I found the commander's daughter to save my life. It's a doctor, isn't it? I've always wondered why it is necessary for the commander's daughter to be a doctor. Why can't other doctors save me? This must be very troublesome, so I am always moved. Touch your own life. Good. When I was a child, I was really in trouble. I remember getting sick every week, so my father would often come back from the army and take me to the hospital. I also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take jeeps.
When I was in primary school, I was sick once. On the way back, I always couldn't walk, and I walked slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother that my mother carried me home. I remember that I was quite big at that time!
My parents have always been very kind to me. When I was a child, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, when I think about it, there were many family rules at that time, such as no, no fighting, no anything, so now I have to abide by everything, and sometimes I feel very happy if I violate it!
now that I think about it, I used to talk back to my parents when I was in junior high school, senior high school and college, which made them angry. Now that I am an adult, I often remember that when I was in college, my father sent me to school, and I always insisted on going by myself, but he was always uneasy, so he would quarrel again! My father is very capable, but I am very poor, so I often think that I can do my own thing without my parents' help. Sometimes I often think that he is a big tree, and I am like a tree in the shade. When can I grow up and surpass it?
He went to study at the Party School in Beijing for half a year or a year. When he wrote to his mother, I wrote back, remembering that we were always asked to study hard, as if we were always stupid and unable to study. Alas, was it useless in my father's eyes?
Some time ago, I showed my dad the information technology education, which published my article. He didn't even want to read it. My mother said that he wanted to read it, so he found reading glasses to read it. Alas, I wrote a courseware design. How can I make my dad understand it? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and didn't express any opinions, but he said it was good to publish articles in national magazines and encouraged me to write more. Alas, it would be so easy to write articles! I remember that my father used to be a reporter, a secretary and could take pictures, so I must have taken a lot!
One year, I went to Liuzhou Daily and asked my dad to pay attention to collecting some for me as a souvenir. He was always flat, and said that Liuzhou Daily was sold out, but I asked my sister to help me find one, and I always remembered it.
Sometimes I often think about when I wish I could surpass my father's skill. He has no skill, so I always look down on him. Alas, living in this vision, sometimes I don't want to go home.
If I have skill, be a good person, live a good life and live a happy life, I sometimes can't figure it out when I encountered difficulties before, but I always think about how many things I can experience and why.
Mom always said that when you were young, you would have died without the help of a doctor. Alas, if you had died long ago, what happiness would there be? Therefore, I just want to have fun, visit all parts of China, see and walk. At the same time, I just remember to work hard and be a useful person now. My reaction is always many years slower than others before I figure out some problems. I often wonder why many problems take a long time to figure out, sometimes it takes a year or several years!
Anyway, live a good life. Although you may not be responsible for going to heaven, there are still too many concerns in the world, so you can't go away and can't bear to leave. Live, face it!
My parents moved me
The bright moon is brighter with the background of the night sky; The stream is clearer because of the pebbles; Flowers are more beautiful because of the green grass. Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars shine brightly to decorate the night, and there is a breath of love on the earth ... < P > The topic of parents is ancient but more eternal, and different people always have different experiences and feelings. From ancient times to the present, many literati shed a little pen and ink to express the greatness of maternal love and describe the tenacity of fatherly love. For example, Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons" and Zhu Ziqing's "Back". The love I have experienced from my parents has gone without trace, and true love is silent. The kindness of my parents urges the warmth of my heart.
In the year of primary school graduation, the whole sixth grade has accumulated a burst of learning energy. I'm not willing to lag behind, so I stepped up my horsepower and started reviewing intensively. Unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the program of Children's Day on June 1st, practice table tennis and take part in the competition. Plus the entrance examination of Tianli School, every day I am like a broken machine, working non-stop and never stopping to rest. But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, made a splash on the stage, became more and more brave on the table, and got into Tianli School with high scores. What is it? Let me have such great strength to cross this bumpy road, let me have such great courage to overcome this difficulty everywhere? It is love! It was my parents who gave me endless encouragement, and how many times I stood up in the face of frustration and regained my confidence.
Every day when the school bell rings, I rush to the playground as fast as I can and start rehearsing one show after another. Mom and dad are always smiling at my busy figure on the stage, and a subtle breath of love shines into my heart like a beam of sunshine; After the rehearsal, I grabbed the ping-pong board and ran to the ping-pong table. Under the training of Teacher Zhang, I practiced chopping, spinning, lifting and mixing, as well as various methods of serving and catching the ball. Sometimes my parents are enjoying my skills, and I often can't help secretly visiting my parents with a look on my face. The parents' encouragement to their children contained in the meeting of their eyes slowly melts into my body. I sweated until it was completely dark, and then I ran home quickly, accompanied by my parents, and started another process-attacking math problems. Sometimes, we grab books and concentrate on reading topics; Sometimes, we discuss with great interest at the dinner table; Sometimes, we hold a pen and concentrate on calculating problems on draft paper ... All the problems are solved in front of our family of three. Lying in bed at night, I can't help feeling something in my heart-the love of my parents is like water, pure and holy, without any miscellaneous stains, but their love is more colorful than spring.
Some people say that love is innate, and affection is the best model and teacher for us to understand love. No matter how great a man is, he can't walk out of the range of love. The reason why human life has no boundaries is because the range of love itself has no boundaries.
If mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, which is delicate and gentle.
If father is a mountain, paternal love is the scenery standing on the mountain, which is broad and vigorous;
I was deeply moved by my parents' love. Maybe this world is just like this, full of emotion. Let our feelings precipitate in our hearts, let them sublimate in the precipitation, and let the sublimated feelings render the world!
My Happy Life
I have a happy and happy family. Family members have a "good girl" me. A shopaholic mother and a handyman father. Next, let me make the next introduction!
In our clean home, "handyman" is indispensable. He is my father. Every day when I see something broken or dirty at home, my father always stands up. I remember one time, my desk lamp was broken, and I hurried to my father. After my father saw me, he immediately brought tools and began to repair it. With the sound of tinkering, my desk lamp was repaired! I was just about to say thank you to my father, but my father brought a rag, wiped the desk lamp carefully, and then asked me what I thought. When I saw it, it was a desk lamp that had been used for many years. It was just like a new one. I threw myself into my father's arms happily and repeatedly said, "Thank you, good father!" " Dad smiled happily.
Looking at a wardrobe full of colorful clothes, I think of shopping with my shopaholic mother. One noon, just after I finished lunch, my mother dragged me to Xidan without saying anything. I asked my mother, "Why are you in such a hurry?" Mother said, "Xidan is on sale today." We rushed to the third floor, bought three pieces of clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I was like a deflated ball, insisting that my mother go home, and my mother went home gloomily.
I am a "good girl" at home. Go home from school every day, carefully check after finishing homework, and help mom and dad do housework every day. In fact, this is not my instinct. I am the best at taking care of people. I remember that once my mother was ill and it happened that my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I first made a tomato and egg noodle for my mother, and then gently brought it to her. My mother was very moved and I was very happy. Mother ate it bite by bite, then stroked my head and said, "Good boy, my daughter has grown up!" " I was elated at that time. The next day, under my care, my mother's illness improved. She praised me as a good boy to everyone, and I was a little embarrassed.
This is our family, a happy family. There is a blue handbag in my drawer. Although its color is very old, to me, it is more like an uncut jasper, simple and heavy, and its light and moist luster always bathes my heart.
It was a Sunday. After my sister and I went to learn calligraphy, we went home by bus together. On the bus, we found a seat by the window and looked at the scenery moving slowly back outside the window. What a wonderful weekend. In such a relaxed mood, unconsciously, we arrived at the station where we got off the bus. There were many people getting off the bus, and I got off with the crowd that got off slowly. Watching the bus slowly drive to the next stop. Then I dragged my sister home. At this moment, my sister suddenly looked at me with puzzled eyes and said, "Brother, where is your blue handbag?" I quickly looked at my hand, empty-handed, where there is the bag. In desperation, I couldn't help shouting, "Where's my bag? Where's my bag? " There are my study tools and some change in it! My sister thought for a moment and said, "You didn't leave it in the car, did you?" I also recovered from my anxiety and nodded helplessly. But the car has