Moonlight Night Classic Prose 1
The moonlight night is beautiful, the moonlight night is twinkling, the moonlight night is dreamy, the moonlight night is endless... The moonlight night brings infinite reverie to people, and also Bring endless joy to people.
I have also seen a moonlit night, and in my impression, it is so beautiful and fascinating. That time, I sat on the lawn, looked up at the sky, looked at the round moon and the twinkling stars. I felt that the twinkling stars were like eyes, and they were blinking, as if they were saying hello to me. But the round moon is like a jade plate, hanging high in the sky. Look, this is Saturn, that's Mercury. There are also Altair and Vega. Looking at all this, I couldn't help but think of a poem in Du Mu's "Autumn Evening": "The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down and look at the Altair and Vega."
When I look at the lonely moon, I seem to see Chang'e and Jade Rabbit were thinking about Hou Yi, and they couldn't help but think of a poem in Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts": Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown. At this time, a shooting star crossed the sky, and I immediately made a wish: hope. Everyone can be reunited. I look up at the sky, and there are countless half-bright stars hanging in the dark night sky. I look at the stars I know, and I seem to hear them whispering to me in this silence and peace. During the night, dogs barked from time to time, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet night. Suddenly, I felt like I was a child again, sleeping in my mother's arms.
It seems like countless street lamps are lighting up, and the stars in the sky appear like they are blinking countless eyes.
On a moonlit night, it is your presence in the world that makes people not feel monotonous. Classic Prose on Moon Night 2
The moon is full, the wind is blowing in front of you, it is warm and a little humid. On such a night, it is suitable to sit in a quiet corner, have a cup of light tea, a piece of music, and savor endless memories. .
Reminding me of Zhang Ruoxu’s "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", I stretched out my hand to hold a handful of moonlight. If you are willing, you can definitely see my face clearly.
In fact, I am just a person. An ordinary speck of dust in this world should be satisfied by whatever flower or tree it is lucky enough to fall under.
Wave after wave, the full moon in the sky is blurry in the water. Love is the moon in this water.
You laugh, I know your happiness, but what about you? Do you know my happiness? If you are the moon, I am this water...
< p> Dear, none of us are as important as we thinkI recently read Liu Yong’s book and saw two short stories that made me laugh. One was about a friend and his wife who were angry. The wife went back to her parents' house angrily and refused to call home for two days. After two days she couldn't hold it in any longer and had to go back by herself. When she came in, she found her daughter eating with jam all over her face, and her husband playing mahjong with his friends. When she came back, she just smiled and said hello, as if she were an ordinary friend. The other couple was also arguing. The wife was so angry that she grabbed a few clothes and left with a small bag. She opened the door and was reluctant to let go. I slammed the door and sat in the living room sulking, but I heard my husband calling a friend from the bedroom and saying: "Great, my wife is out, come and watch the Super Football Tournament!" "The wife was very disappointed. She had an idea and opened and closed the door forcefully. Then she came back and said to her husband: "I couldn't bear to leave you, so I came back again!" The husband immediately said, "My dear, I'm so anxious. I'm about to get dressed and go out to find you. You know I can't live without you!" "
I showed this story to my colleagues, and they all laughed and talked about it. Then I talked about a former colleague. The husband and wife have a very good relationship. It can be said that they are inseparable. The wife is from the countryside. , uneducated, usually relies on her husband for everything, and others will comment: "So-and-so is supported by her husband, otherwise..." Her husband died of illness last year, and now everyone who sees her says, "I didn't expect her." Her husband died, but she became more and more comfortable as she lived. She knew how to do anything. Recently, she was dating another person, and she heard that she was getting married soon. ”
We usually feel that our position in the family is very important. We think that without us, our family members, especially the “other person”, will be unable to survive or even miserable, so we often threaten: “If it weren’t for me, "What will happen to you when I go one day?" But think about it carefully, are we really that important? In fact, the sun will still rise tomorrow without us, and life will continue as usual, just like being injured Will things get better? Do you need to be so narcissistic?
A few days ago, I went back to my parents’ home to stay with my old father for a few days. When I left, my husband still said with attachment: "You have never left me. I will." Very unaccustomed! "But every time I called him, he said he was busy and hung up the phone in a hurry. The situation I hoped for didn't happen. It was really unpleasant, but after thinking about it again, I felt relieved. We are the ones who Independent individuals come together and are attached to each other because of love. Love makes people willing to care about, care for, and take care of another person. This kind of emotion has no conditions and does not require the other person to give or reciprocate. Love is equal. It abandons status, money, talent and others. No matter how big a career you have outside, how high your fame and fortune, you are just an ordinary lover in the family. You have no right to lose your temper or boss around your "other half". If Using this as a means of showing off or a reason to be superior is a taint and blasphemy to love.
In life, because everyone has different personalities and experiences different pressures, when they return home after work, they will more or less show another side of themselves: or dependence on their loved ones. Feelings, or desire for dominance, and some may also produce some impulses and behaviors to vent, these are normal. In the face of love's tolerance and open-mindedness, you can generally get satisfaction and understanding. But this does not mean that you are the center and the person that others can't live without. Whether you love or leave, these are the normal procedures of life. My dear, we are not as important as we think! Moon Night Classic Prose 3
Who played a whistle of complaint in the moonlit Tingzhou, gently plucked the heartstrings that were about to break, aroused the deep emotions, quietly lamented, and hidden the thoughts in the sleeves. The autumn color soaks the hibiscus, and the fragrance of the flowers gradually overflows, picking up a wisp of fragrance, sinking into the lake under the moonlight. Can the floating fragrance carry my thoughts and flow to where you are, and can it permeate your face. If not, let the longing dissipate with the ripples, and then bury it under the moonlight, and let the long flute sound turn the sorrow into poetry.
Who sifted the moonlight into longing, and sprinkled the fragments in front of your window, the place where my soul lingers in my dreams. Do you still remember the swing under the sycamore tree? After separation, the swing is still swinging lonely. Do you still remember the vicissitudes of life under the afterglow, and do the marks of the years become deeper and deeper? I often dream of you looking at the last leaf of autumn alone. The neat veins begin to become chaotic in your eyes, and the withered yellow lines seal your innocent smile. I saw your sadness go very far with autumn, but when you wake up from the dream, only your lonely face is left...
Who doesn't understand the feelings, cut your thoughts in half, half is sprinkled in the moonlight, and one side is in the moonlight. I sent it to Qu Yan. Under the moonlight night, I picked up a drop of turbid tears and soaked the inkstone, but I was silent when I signed the note. After parting, how can I ask the sky for wine when I am so sad? Looking through the autumn water, no one can talk to anyone about my thoughts, and I spend a lonely night with insomnia. The moon is so bright that no one can bear to stare at it, but he can only bow his head in the moonlit night. Looking up again, the moonlight faded, and the meteor tore a scar in the eyes hiding tears... Moonlight Classic Prose 4
A full moon hangs in the boundless sky, and the hazy and lingering moonlight emits an icy light. , caught in the eyes of the wandering wanderer, I occasionally saw scattered fallen leaves, drifting with the wind, and everywhere was filled with the loneliness of late autumn. The scenes before his eyes filled the wandering wanderer's heart with infinite melancholy and helplessness.
Life is like an autumn of vegetation. Why is this place in the foreign Gobi so desolate?
Autumn in the Mongolian Gobi is very short. There is almost no change of the four distinct seasons here. It is as if after a dream, the prosperity has disappeared, the weeds have stopped growing wildly, and the vast Mongolian Gobi is withered and yellow, and thousands of miles of depression , has entered the eight-month long winter.
It seems that moods fluctuate with the changes of seasons. My empty mind is floating like a ghost in this silent night, just like the fallen leaves floating in front of me. I don’t know where I should stop for a moment!
The years are cold, and the unsatisfactory work and life linger in my heart, and I can’t leave for a long time.
I have been working hard outside all year round, and I have experienced the hardships of fighting for survival. , I deeply understand the trend of officialdom’s power and influence that “when one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven”, I have witnessed the tendency of observing people’s words and demeanor, and looking down on others with their dog’s eyes and their faces!
Walking on the road of life, how much fragrance, how much bonus, how much helplessness. When the hesitant youth was swallowed up by the wasted years, I told myself again and again that some things I missed would never be regained. Among the vast number of sentient beings, there are too many stories and plots, which are too hurtful. Facing the reality, I am struggling too much. The time of unchangeable changes, everyone has so many reincarnations, even if I burn up all my devout worship, I will go round and round. , the years of searching, until the frost is like a dream, no matter how persistent we are, the desolate human affairs can never reach the end of the story.
In the arrangement of fate, reincarnation, and destiny, you and I will never be able to escape the passing years. A journey of life, you pass by me, I pass by you, whether it is perfect or shortcomings, whether it is this kind of mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, each of us is a messenger busy for survival, the years that are difficult to let go, Those who have left cannot see each other again; those who are waiting for me turn to the end of the world, and that desire that wets my eyes is not it. Only after I have experienced the ups and downs of displacement, and tasted sour, sweet, bitter and spicy life, can I understand A holy life!
When I embarked on this wandering journey alone, I realized that there were hot tears rolling down from my deep eyes. In a person's life, the most unpredictable thing is meeting, and the most unpredictable thing is parting.
I casually picked up a fallen leaf, put it in the palm of my hand, spread it out gently, and smoothed out the uneven wrinkles, allowing me to see the true face of his heart, which was all black and withered. But with the change of seasons, he has turned into clouds and smoke drifting away in the wind!
It made me choose to give up all the troubles brought about by the world, as well as the unhappiness in work and life. Use the stars and the moon as companions, and loneliness as your friend.
In the dead of night, when others have fallen asleep soundly, I restart the computer in the empty office, make a cup of strong tea, gently flip the keyboard, and linger in the ocean of literature; in the quiet place of poetry Take a stroll; linger around the prose; pursue in the longing of the novel!
It seems that the silent night has a special kind of magic power, which is selflessly given to wandering wanderers in foreign lands. The most holy tranquility in the world washes away the worries brought about by work deep in my heart. Unhappily, I recorded poems inspired by my tears line by line.
Late night and I cling to each other, in front of the blue fluorescent screen of the computer, tapping on my favorite literary creation, allowing the pace of inspiration to shuttle through the infinite space; my thoughts soar in the silence. ; Emotions are released in yearning; thoughts bloom in emotions; souls gallop in the ocean of words!
Looking back suddenly, I forgot that I was in a foreign country, a hurried passerby, alas! No matter how full the moon is in a foreign country, the water in my hometown is still the sweetest! The full moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight has nothing to do with wandering wanderers! Night is just the replacement of day and night, interpreting the earth's eternal rotation. It can never bear the hardships of a wanderer wandering around in order to survive! This is not my permanent harbor! Moon Night Classic Prose 5
On the night of the fourteenth day of the leap month of the Renchen year, the sky opened up, the moonlight was like a wash, and the fragrance of flowers flowed onto the pillow. After taking a bath in the evening, Mr. Shi said that it was rare to see such a clear view and couldn't bear to lie down, so he brought wine and food with him and invited me to go up to the rooftop to admire the moon, which he happily accepted.
The rooftop is quiet and deserted. There are no mosquitoes or flies. The breeze blows gently and the moon shines like a star. Wearing green sleeves and robes, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, as far as the eye can see, there are faint green mountains, rivers, bright lights, and shadows of flowers. The faint sound of cars and the chirping of insects can be heard in my ears, and they sing in harmony, forming a perfect rhyme. Raising glasses to the bright moon, singing songs to the wine, dancing to clear the shadows, holding flowers and smiling, almost forgetting that the two of us are still alive in this world.
Joking about youth with Shi Jun, laughing freely in the shadow of the flower moon, beside the hazy pavilion. Suddenly I recalled the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuzi, driving to other people's homes in the mountains. Along the way, the winding water flows, the hills and mountains are deep and beautiful, the forest mountains are rising, and the moon is as big as a wheel. Just like now, I want to pick the moon by the window, but I can only see the clear light all over my body, like ice silk and silver clothes, light as a dream, I almost want to ride on it The wind feathers.
When the time comes, I drink green plum wine with my colleagues. The color is like amber, the quality is like nectar, clear and mellow. The wine is half full, the moon is in the sky, there are no people in the mountains, and it is as quiet as ancient times. The creek lingers, the pines and bamboos are clear, the greenery is thick, and the peaks are beautiful. The mountains are like beauties under the lamp, shadowy and shadowy, with frowning and downturned eyebrows, affectionate styles, tender pulses, natural charm and indifferent style.
Wherever you walk, you will find it is soft as cotton under your feet, but you will see colorful fallen flowers and fragrant grass; occasionally there are springs, waterfalls, bamboo winds, pine waves, and the farther you go, the more secluded you become. The deeper the love, the stronger the love. It can be said that your ears are full of the sound of the stream and your eyes are full of the scenery of the mountains. I just observe and act, not knowing what my heart is doing. It was Mr. Shi who was connected to me by telegraph, chattering and talking like a nightmare, which touched his heart and made him drunk. Yu Gao recited "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", Shi Jun listened silently, his thoughts were dancing, and both of them were intoxicated.
Things change and stars change, so do the dead. The mountain moon remains the same, and my mood is getting older. Looking back suddenly, it feels like a lifetime ago. The universe is vast and time flies by. I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? If you are less than a hundred years old, don’t worry about being a thousand years old. In this flower garden with moonlight pavilion, beautiful scenery on a good day, spring mash and delicious food, wine and poetry lovers, I should live up to the golden bottle and go out at night with candles.
The two of them sat across from each other, toasting and drinking. Silence is worth a thousand words, and they secretly wished: This day will happen every year, and this day will happen every year. May we know each other and stay by our side for the rest of our lives. When the wind and dew gradually began to rise, the Jade Rabbit tilted to the west, the wine and food were all gone, and the cups and plates were in a mess. Then they returned home together, hugging each other and sleeping, having a clear dream, not knowing how white the east was. Classic Prose on a Moonlit Night 6
The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in October.
The hot summer is gradually fading away with the departure of the September monsoon, and the cool and refreshing autumn has come unexpectedly. The peaceful October is coming to an end before you can take it easy to pay attention. As the end of the month approaches, the weather becomes increasingly warm and pleasant. For several days in a row, the morning sun shone slantingly in from the window sill, and the small room was dappled with bright autumn light. Just like the long and peaceful dream scene last night. When I opened my sleepy eyes, I could no longer remember the scene in my dream. From now on, the faint call of the local accent no longer rings in my ears, and it quietly disappears from life; perhaps it is an elusive morning cloud that disappears with the wind when the day rises in the east. When the feeling of emptiness disappeared, life returned to peace, and I returned along the original road alone. Of course, there is also "Bressanone" ringing in my ears, wandering in the room filled with autumn light.
In the afternoon, I looked out at the window, the sky was high, the clouds were clear, and the sun was shining brightly. I couldn't help but get excited and go outside to find a deserted piece of grass to lie down and have a quiet afternoon. On such an autumn afternoon in late October, I can read some books, listen to some songs, and remember some things. In the autumn season of high school, everything always feels desolate, and even the sunlight is a little cold. Once a month, when I go home in the car, I look at the fields outside the car window, where the lush rice fields once grew, and they are full of vitality. But now, the empty land is withered, leaving only a few withered grains stranded on the banks of the fields, with a fatalistic tragedy and a rest that has ended its earthly relationship! A thousand years ago, the master felt sad about this scene and wrote "Yilan Cao". The shepherd's wheat is luxuriant and the shepherd's wheat is abundant. A gentleman's injury is a gentleman's defense.
The sentence is sad and lonely, who is drunk with it?
The scenery varies from person to person, and the appearance comes from the heart. Listening to those melancholy tunes, sighing about the youth that cannot be grasped, and the emotions passing by like flying sand, I once felt that suffering is the mate of the soul. It can break the dullness and awaken the numbness, so people always have to carry the hidden pain of the soul. OK. The benevolent do not worry, the wise do not be confused, and the brave do not fear. Even in this afternoon of desolation, there is still a simple life and distant dreams. Even if it's freezing cold tomorrow, even if the horse dies on the long journey tomorrow. I can't help but think of this sentence: Growth is a balance of longing and nostalgia. When it tilts and falls, what kind of voice should be used to comfort those who have lost their sight at night?
As dusk fell and twilight gradually rose, I got up and went back. As the sun sets, the northern geese cross the sky, leaving behind waves of whining. The autumn night in October was as peaceful as ever. The candlelight was scattered and flickering. In the endless night, there were only a few weeds hiding in the weeds in the courtyard and whispering all night long, like an angel left in the dark night. Tonight, the moon is gone, there are few stars, light clouds and mist. Look up at the tranquil night sky and let your thoughts linger.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the city's twinkling night scene is gorgeous. Looking for the liberation of the soul in the feasting and feasting, wasting the time in drunkenness and dreaming, giving the soul to alcohol and smoke to degenerate, and gradually hate this city made of steel and concrete, with its hustle and bustle The impetuous air has already destroyed the ability of faith to the point of being out of breath. Being trapped in the terrible array of nothingness is the source of emptiness and loneliness. Mr. Shi Tiesheng, who believes in Christianity during the day and Buddhism at night, said: Faith is exactly the unyielding spirit that people have when facing unchangeable life difficulties. Belief in God during the day is intended to actively cope with the suffering in this world; in the dead of night, Buddhism is the home of the heart, a time to heal alone. As he wrote in "The Last Exercise": In the afternoon, if the sunshine is silent, can you hear where the past has gone? At the front end of light, or at the extreme point of thinking, in the existence where time is ignored, life and death are one. Moon Night Classic Prose 7
There is a moon tonight. Taking advantage of the bright moonlight, I came to Shizhong’s campus. I have worked here for more than ten years, and for an "honest" person like me, there is nothing new about the school's plants and trees, but I always have an infinite attachment here.
Stepping into the gate of Shizhong, the huge marble building "Reading for the Rise of China" came into view. Under the moonlight and fluorescent lamps, it looks extremely calm and dignified, complementing the famous sayings of our great Premier Zhou Enlai, and demonstrating the ideals and beliefs of our practical people.
On the back of the building, a bamboo forest reaches into the sky. The bamboo leaves sway slightly in the autumn wind, seeming to be playing with this harvest season. Standing next to the bamboo forest, looking up at the majestic and bright bamboos, I can't help but feel excited. As a teacher, if I have to have an idol, why not be like a bamboo that jumps up without branches or branches, but is elegant and graceful?
The classroom was quiet, and the lights slanted across the campus, blending with the bright moonlight, creating a harmonious atmosphere. Through the clean glass, you can vaguely see the teacher who is tutoring and the students who are studying by themselves. I think the teacher's heart must be full of happiness, because his students are so focused on learning; the students must also be very at ease in learning, because walking beside them is their favorite teacher.
Passing through the teaching building and coming to the middle courtyard of the school, the tall poplar trees sang a faint song in the autumn wind. An occasional yellow leaf fell lightly on my shoulders. Then they lay on the ground again, waiting for the students to bury them with their tender hands. They are gone, but they have dedicated half a year of deep green and half a year of shade to the students. They should have fallen down with a smile, because they have dedicated everything to this campus, and now they will "turn into spring mud to protect the flowers" to continue their life without regrets.
In the small square on campus, fitness equipment lies quietly under the moonlight, as if contemplating in the quiet night. Recess left too many memories on them. Is the boy studying next to them still pursuing his dream? Does the child playing beside them still have a happy smile? That...
Such a moonlit night, such romance, such warmth, such harmony, such a campus, walking like this me. Moonlight Night Classic Prose 8
Tonight, lying on the bed, turning over and over. Outside the window, the bright moon sheds dreamy images. My whole heart was attracted, I got up, put on my coat, and stood in front of the window...
I took out the tea given by my friend and made a cup. Sitting in front of the window, the mist is rising and the faint fragrance of tea overflows. Taking a sip, it was refreshing, warm and comfortable, and I couldn't help but thank this friend from the bottom of my heart. Just because of his obsession with tea, and because of his saying "Tasting tea is like tasting life", my heart strings moved. I fell in love with it. In this quiet and leisurely day, I hold a cup of tea and enjoy it in endless reverie. The misty mist, the hazy moonlight, my heart is in a dream, covered with flying clothes. Facing the beautiful bright moon, I smiled softly. The smile dyed the watery night, covered with warm gauze, dancing into a blurry image.
Picking up the tea cup, I took another sip, looked up at the bright moon, and saw him smiling too.
The hurried back of my friend can't help but appear in front of me. Do you want to stop your busy steps, leisurely appreciate the charming moonlight, and show a touching smile?
Standing up and leaning in front of the window, I actually raised my cup of tea and invited the bright moon to enjoy it. I want to socialize with friends, just like this tea bar. It's light and careful, and the aftertaste is long and intriguing. But if it is too strong, it will excite your mind, disturb your thoughts, and make you unable to fall asleep, right? The bright moon exudes soft light, maybe it understands my thoughts.
People often say that the moon represents longing, but under this bright moonlight, who do I miss? I took a sip of tea and smiled. I miss this cup of light tea. People often say that tasting tea is like tasting life, so what did I taste tonight? Looking up at the bright moon, I smiled faintly and tasted the leisurely feeling in my dream. The fragrance of tea circulated in my body, and I stared deeply at the deep night sky, wondering: On such a dreamy night, is there someone, like me, holding a cup of tea and smiling gently at the bright moon? Under this charming moonlight, do you have the same mood as me, and wonder about another me?
In the past few days, I read a book - "The Wutong Is So Hurtful". There is a sentence in it that deeply moved me: "Write the people, things and things you miss on paper. , buried under the sycamore tree, you can realize your wish. "I suddenly want to try this romance on this charming moonlit night. Put down the tea cup, take out a paper and pen, and write down your thoughts and wishes. When I came downstairs, the night was quiet, and the long fragrance of osmanthus floated in the air. The elegant fragrance filled every cell of my body, making me as light as a nimble fairy, dancing gracefully in the moonlit night. I came under the lush sycamore tree, and the moonlight was dimly visible through the gaps in the sycamore leaves. I squatted down and buried my thoughts and wishes. Pick off a sycamore leaf, face the bright moon, close your eyes, gently leave your beautiful thoughts under the charming moonlight, and silently record the romance under the moonlight on this sycamore leaf. If one day I take out this sycamore leaf and think of this night, will all my buried thoughts and wishes come true?
When I got home, I continued to sip the rest of the tea. Although the tea was cold, the aroma of the tea leaves dissolved into the water through soaking still remained, still elegant and fragrant. At this time, my friend's words - tasting tea is like tasting life, rang in my ears. I couldn't help but smile indifferently. Facing the bright moon, I asked softly: "How are you, my friend? Moonlight Classic Prose 9
On a moonlit night, the darkness slowly extends to people's hearts. A cage of gauze gently covers the pale moonlight, and the silver plate in the sky becomes pale. , like a weak woman, unable to show her beautiful face.
Desperate and unwilling, she used the clouds as sleeves to dance in the air, and the dancing wind gradually lifted the light veil. Wisps of silver light shot out from the veil, piercing the dark night. The sky gradually became clearer, and the silver light flowed down like water, soaking into every space, soaking into every inch of land, and soaking into everyone's heart. /p>
It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again. I remember when I was a kid, I looked forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival every year because my parents told me the nursery rhyme, Moon Baba, and because adults told me about Chang’e, Wu Gang, and the Jade Rabbit.
< p> The days were so clear and long at that time. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, I looked at the moonlight on the silver plate and took a bite of the old moon cake, which was hard, sweet, and mixed with the aroma of sesame and peanuts. , and the stories of my parents are repeated year after year, my mouth is melting, and my heart is drunk,Year after year, I am getting older during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is always so gentle, mooncake varieties There are more and more, but, but, it seems that my parents are getting older, so old that they can no longer bite the moon cakes and tell the old stories. Dear parents, can you tell me a story in my dreams this year? What about the old story? I really want to hear it, I want it so much. Dad, let me fall asleep tonight. I want to eat the old moon cake and listen to the story of Chang'e.
The moon will still be so round this year. Moon cakes will still be so delicious, but fewer and fewer people eat moon cakes. It’s good that the moon has been cold since ancient times. The bright moon shines on the sea. At this time, in the cold moonlight, we can gather together at the end of the world. People are still happy. Relatives who are far away will connect their hearts closely with lovesickness, and there is no distance between time and space.
The moon is full again, and you can drink a pot of old wine and sing in front of the moon. Watching the moon cake, singing into my dreams. Classic Prose on Moon Night 10
Sitting in the yard and looking at the moon, the beautiful figure of the moon makes me intoxicated! Look at the crescent moon quietly. Sliding up to the treetop, it looks like a silver cradle. Mother-in-law evening breeze gently hums a lullaby. The little oriole also floats into the cradle, and the new moon is swinging on the treetop. The stars in the sky are full of love. In the blink of an eye, after a long time, the new moon turned into a boat again, floating in the Milky Way and playing with the stars...
Listen to the frogs not resting, the crickets not idle either, the nightingales are singing, and the bamboo forest treetops are also humming in response... A song of Moonlight Night The symphony is playing in an orderly manner.
Sometimes it's high-pitched and impulsive, sometimes it's low-pitched and tactful, sometimes there's a big chorus followed by a small chorus, sometimes there's a duet, sometimes there's a solo... This is indeed a full moon night concert!
Whether you live in a bustling city or a quiet village, I believe everyone will have a different feeling for the moon. I like Moon Night very much: I like her naughty and cuteness, I like her quietness and sweetness, and I like her liveliness even more!
Ah! The moonlit night makes me intoxicated! ! ! ! Classic Prose on Moonlit Night 11
The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are lonely, and the floating clouds are drifting away. The overlapping shadows of the mountains are looming. The pavilions on Qiongtai are as quiet as the sky. The small bridge and the boats depended on each other silently, making no sound. The rocks on the shore are abrupt and the river flows gently. Fireflies dance and crickets hum.
The night was deep, Xing'er slowly closed her eyes, and Feng'er seemed to have fallen asleep. The river fell asleep quietly, and the bridges and boats snored. The moonlight covers the water, so peaceful. The breeze is caressing, so warm. Falling into love, scenery, and dreams.
Lean a little, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and there is a rustling sound! It's the wind! Disturbing the tranquility of the night. In an instant, the water surface rippled, and the clear waves slowly spread out thousands of rays of glow. Flying into the wilderness, like countless rays of light floating in the sky. Warm and crystal clear, handsome and free and easy. Floating into the air, reflecting the mountains, rivers and earth. Countless pearls complement each other, so gorgeous and dazzling. Jumping and rolling, telling the story of unparalleled beauty. It's like a dream, like being drunk, like a fantasy, how can it not make people daydream and become obsessed with it.
Xu Bo kissed and Shi'er was intoxicated. Close your eyes silently and let the intimacy of the waves flow. Such as words, such as infatuation, the tinkling of the stream, humming a tune. The rays of light suddenly flashed, and the beautiful girl fluttered down in a rainbow, plucked the strings of the piano, and sang a soulful song. Like rain, like silence, like dancing, like crying, the bridge was lost in thought, and the boat floated past the shore, completely unaware of where it was. Feng'er forgot about his footsteps and stood there in a daze. The leaves held their breath, the clouds rippled in the stars, and the peaks were reflected in the water. In the Yushu Qiongge, the shadows of the trees are dancing, the moonlight is overflowing, and the glow is infinite.
The overlapping shadows of the mountains complement each other, the moon, stars and clouds at night, the water and the sky are the same color.
This feeling, this scene, in heaven and on earth!