The quiet night is heavy and the moonlight is hazy. Cold light poured down through the window lattice and sprinkled on the ground. I sat by the window alone, watching the deep night sky and listening to the ethereal songs in the walkman.
The rhyme of the piano is as soft as water. Densely dispersed and stacked far away.
How many sleepless nights, I was intoxicated by the wonderful music, and seldom thought about the content expressed by this music, because they can't be expressed in words, and you need to feel, experience and daydream with your heart. And this kind of free daydream is the realm that makes many poetic people sleepwalk!
Someone once said that real music is the sublimation of human love and wisdom, and it is the yearning and call of human beings for the future. Music turns the subtle feelings and tortuous experiences of human beings into invisible notes, which reverberate in the dark, touch your heart, beat your heart and even tear your soul. Let the floating dry heart calm, let the dry heart moisten, and let the calm heart set off wonderful waves!
You can listen to music no matter in the rough journey of life or in the noisy life. If you live a weather-beaten life, the concert will give you sunshine. If you suppress the idea of inferiority, the concert will give you strength!
Music, it plays in space; But you can let your heart follow it and fly to the depths of your spiritual home. There must be wonderful music in a person's life, so his heart must be shocked and intoxicated by these music, and those emotional melodies are also melted in his soul. How can a soul full of beautiful music be swallowed up by sin?
Listening to music inevitably reminds people of the past. In wandering memories, it is the easiest to realize life, and the soul is washed and sublimated here. ...
A meteor flitted lightly at night, and the moonlight flowed in the air like fog. ...
The sea intoxicates me.
The vast universe, the reincarnation of everything, nature shows people the charm of flowers, towering trees, towering mountains, flowing water ... and I love the deep blue sea alone, which brings me surprise, sadness, joy and pain. ...
I like the tranquility of the sea. As night falls, I stand alone at the bow of the boat, staring at the sea under the bright moon, so calm and peaceful, looking at the distant sea, and the feeling of "a long smoke is empty, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the shadows are heavy" swings in my chest. With open arms, in this quiet world, "relaxed and happy" seems to have everything in this world. The sea makes my heart open, my temperament flamboyant, and the vastness is unparalleled, which makes me deeply embedded in this whole. Time seems to stand still, and everything is wonderful.
I like the surging of the sea. When I studied Yan Lu's Listen to the Tide, my heart also aroused the desire to listen to the Tide. I was fascinated by the vivid description of the loud sound of the sea hitting the rocks. When I stood by and watched the sea, listening to it like a gallop of thousands of horses, and like the sound of the tide played by various musical instruments, my joy was beyond words. At that time, although I lost the feeling of everything in the world, I still loved the passion of the sea. This heroism makes me feel that my life should arouse such a lofty sentiment to face everything and challenges.
I like the power of the sea. "A hundred rivers, tolerance is great." The sea has no choice but to trickle, so it becomes bigger. Everything in the sea comes from her "that". Her vastness, her depth, her infinity and her long history come from her nature. From her temperament, I found love; From her words, I found profound; From her voice, I found kindness; From her, I found perseverance. In her soul, I washed my heart; In her kindness, I learned to be tolerant; In her profundity, I learned to be strong ...
"The trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Xinghan is brilliant, if it is unexpected. " The sea is vast and beautiful. On the sea, although I am just "a sandpiper in the vast world!" I still love her, I love her to swallow the sun and the moon; Because I firmly believe that I have tempered myself in the sea, appreciated the temperament of the sea, and I also have the ability to "swallow the sun and the moon".
This makes me shocked and intoxicated in the sea!
Flowers intoxicate me
The spring breeze blew a loud whistle, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower. Overnight, like a thawed river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming. Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding high large and small cups and lamps, singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March.
As a result, my eyes are full of all kinds of flowers, such as "four-box shadow raging tide" and "ten thousand flowers and low branches" The nose is full of fragrant incense, immersed in the long courtyard where the spring rain is ruthless and as light as sorrow and the country road where flowers fly freely and as light as a dream. "Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city are crazy."
Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most dazzling tokens of the four seasons. There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, autumn chrysanthemum here, winter plum here, and this is the world of flowers, which is intoxicating. ...
A flower and a world, a leaf and a stem. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality. In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, simplicity is like her. Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally, "what is the boast of falling flowers", lost in the dust of the times. Therefore, people often feel that "tears ask flowers for silence, red flies over the swing" and "when spring is over, flowers fall and people die." A thousand years later, how many tears and wine will be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword pressed each other", can only turn pale, the fragrance disappears, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the decline of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Come to think of it, Hua Ben is innocent. Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold incense on the branches than die in the north wind", and the poet's sigh is like misty rain. After all, "flowers are similar every year", but they seek revenge for no reason, "people are different every year" ...
Push the cloud road, hide the clouds and cross the East China Sea. I'm back. Looking at the ten-mile spring breeze, the hometown where fireworks and tears are intertwined finally understands that the meaning of life lies in cherishing the days accompanied by flowers. "If there are flowers, fold them straight. Don't wait for them to run out." It is to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower. "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers." When "flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky", there is indeed an afterlife idiot who asks: How many flowers do you know in your dream? You can pick flowers and make a smiling face.
Flowers intoxicate me ...
[Opinion] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, and it is not easy to express beautiful feelings with beautiful words. However, the little author has achieved near perfection, which first benefits from her usual accumulation and mastery. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and others are handy and polished properly, which makes the whole text full of color, from which we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions. Let's all be caring people in life, observe the world with a pair of "discerning eyes" and feel the world with a passion, and everything will become sparkling and full of affection. The article is emotional, logical and infectious.
I was intoxicated by the leisurely countryside.
My grandmother's home is in the rural area of Suzhou, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely hometown water and "Biluochun" brewed by my grandmother. ...
"This is the world of water. Look at Chenxi, the river that runs through this small town. The personnel and scenery gradually fade away in the water ... "Listen to Mr. Yu's story about the rural water in this small town and feel the taste of the rural water personally.
It was summer, the sun was shining, and I was walking, and suddenly I felt a breeze coming. I followed the cool breeze for a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river running through the ancient water town.
Everything was quiet, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. Is this river like a cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a jade plate? I was shocked at that time and didn't know how to decorate it. Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cold. After a careful look, I found the reason. The red sun is in the middle of the river, and all kinds of colorful light bands are scattered on the water. The light band seemed intoxicated by the clear water, and they took off their burning robes. Finally, they become dots, forming a spiral shape in the gentle waves, as if dancing a little bee's "eight-character" dance. ...
When the breeze came, a group of wild ducks were leisurely blowing through concentric circles in the water, and then several flying dragonflies moistened their tongues with water. Isn't this the scene of "flying slowly with a dragonfly"?
People and scenery are really harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I drew my pen, let the snack rain dance, let my leisurely thoughts float to the sky, and let my sadness melt in the water. I gently wrote the first poem in my life-Venice in the East.
Inadvertently, a sunset was thrown into the water. Looking up, a village girl with a long braid was washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds are singing softly on her head, and swallows are whispering in her ear. She gently wiped away the pearl-like sweat. Smoke curled up in the distance, and the hazy blue bricks and white tiles were faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I don't know whether I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty or nostalgic for this angelic beauty of Suzhou.
I don't know how many people are intoxicated by the water in this rural area, and I don't know how many years of cultural heritage it has nourished. The night is deep, the moonlight is like water, the water is like the sky, and the independent waterside quietly thinks: In this "back garden of Chinese culture", the pastoral water is intoxicated with Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, or a little me. ...
[Comment] It is not easy to write such lyrical prose with spiritual style in the examination room. The long hometown water evokes our homesickness. In the hot summer, reading such cool words makes people flow into their hearts like a gurgling spring. The little author is good at creating artistic conception, and the simple description makes people feel like they are in the ancient town of Jiangnan water town. With her brushwork, she was intoxicated with her soul. This is her genius.
The countryside intoxicates me.
The countryside is a beautiful place, a quiet place, an uncontroversial place and a simple place. ...
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Miss Spring took me to a magical place. I am very happy here. Birds sing mellow songs for me, butterflies dance for me, frogs play crisp drums for me, fruit plays my beloved guitar, Uncle Shu brings me sweet fruits, Aunt Feng blows flowers for me, Brother Bee brews fragrant honey for me, and Brother Cao lays a piece of softness for me.
Everything is amazing, everything is nostalgic, everything is good friends, what magic is this? This is the magical place, the country!
What gives the country magic? What makes the countryside so full of vitality and charm? It's natural. It's a countryman. Rural people created this beautiful place with their rough character and friendly and kind heart. There are no cage houses in the countryside, no intrigue in the countryside, and no habit of pursuing luxury.
I love the country, her trees, her wild flowers, her flowing water, her wheat fields, her dewdrops, her fish jumping, her dragonflies, her butterflies flying and her kindness!
Early in the morning, stepping on the dewdrop path, facing the morning sun, smelling the rich fragrance, listening to the birds singing, carrying the fishing rod, coming to the clear river, sitting on the stone bench, learning to have fun with Jiang Taigong and the fish, and my heart is so open and selfless, with no distractions; Following the footsteps of the scorching sun, I went back to my uncle's house in the country and ate delicious country food. That feeling was indescribable comfortable!
The countryside is so magical, so wonderful, so full of energy and so fascinating. ...