The moon gently draped in silver for the river, the river will be happy, like a child, showing off to leap forward. Water and the moon, always be the favorite of each. With the moon, the water is more lively; with the water, the moon is more beautiful. The river and the sky are one color, extraordinarily clear. The gentle river around the water small Ding. Silver moonlight, a quiet and vibrant. Flowers and plants seem to be asleep, but you listen to ah, the air is filled with their whispers and whispered laughter. Look, the snowy tapestry is a sea of flowers, for the air is full of fragrance. There is no way to tell what kind of flowers they are, the moon has given them a veil. But it's okay, the flowers are beautiful, the hazy flowers are even more beautiful. The water carries the fallen flowers, the poignancy of the other side of a tenderness. Snow-like flowers, gentle flowing water, lovers like match. The moon makes the world exquisite, but also makes the world become hazy. The white and soft sandy beach on the river is dreamlike and unreal, but incredibly real. The moon, the flowers and the water make up this spring night.
The sky and the earth are silent, there is a certain majesty in the silence, a fatherly favor of this moon, this river, this flower, this night.
How long has it been? I'm here watching the night? A few thousand years? Or tens of thousands of years? I can't remember, it's been too long. This ancient unchanged night! Life is so fast, so many times, things have changed. Remember who first looked at the moon sigh? Who first marveled at the view of the river and the sky? And who was the first time to send out the feeling that things are different? I don't remember, too long
Life generations, several changes. I thought it was always myself who was here with the night, but I heard the voice in my heart say: No, it's not you anymore! I argued to: No, I have been here, the night has not changed, I have not changed. The night smiled and said nothing, but gently enveloped me in a vast black robe. I woke up with a jolt, once upon a time, there was a time when it felt so familiar? Probably in a previous life. I was speechless, yes, Night had already experienced my countless lives. She knows everything. The river in front of me, the moon is a gift from eternity. I understand, my life will also be short and eternal, just like the passing river.
Bobbing his head, he tried to break free from his thoughts, but fell into a deeper depression.
Who's boat is floating alone in the moonlight? Is the person in the boat holding on to her who is also sleepless and wandering in the moonlight? The moon will be watery light splashed on the platform, adding a little bit of sadness, a little bit of helplessness, a little bit of loneliness. Sorrow is like the moonlight that sneaks into the window. The beaded curtains hanging down from the door cover the tears of the people in the house, but they can't cover up the lovesickness that pervades the surroundings. If you look around, it seems that there are memories everywhere, once sweet. In the blink of an eye, but it is already the time has changed, the sky is the end of the world. Life is so beautiful and helpless. Su Dongpo said, "But I wish people would always be together, thousands of miles of ****chan." Bathing in the *** with the moonlight, the heart of each other miss, is not a good emotion. After all, the story of the geese passing on letters is only a legend, how can the birds pass on this sacred love of each other?
The boat traveler ah, you also think of a long time has not returned to the hometown? I've dreamed of going back to my hometown a thousand times, but I suddenly woke up and was still outside the mountains. Ask the silent flow of the river, can it convey the feelings of longing for people? The company's website is a great source of information about the company's products and services, and the company's website is a great source of information.
The river's unchanging determination to pass away, taking away a lot, but also left a lot. Spring will end, the falling flowers have to go to the flowing water. The slanting moon sinks to the west, as if to return as resolute. Some sadness, this river, this flower, this moon, are going to pass away. This night, too, will pass away. "No, it won't!" A determined voice said, "They are eternal, have you forgotten?" Yes, eternal. I meditated to.
Ahead of me was an endless road, not even knowing where it would lead. I stepped onto it without hesitation, with a heart full of emotion and hope. I believe that at the end of the road, there will be a home for my emotions.
The moon finally set - reflecting off the lax river trees and shaking down the light of the river.
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Hometown is beautiful, hometown moonlight night is also beautiful.
The moonlit night in my hometown is like a gentle music. The low gusts of pine waves are the piano playing; the light murmur of water is the melodious melody of the violin. Listen, the grasshoppers that have not yet slept in the grass are singing softly. Look, the orange trees, swaying from side to side by the night wind, are not dancing happily to the music of the night?
The moonlit night in my hometown is like a lyrical poem, the deep and vast sky is embedded with stars and buckets, the glittering words. A round of bright moon, is the perfect period. The lofty green mountains are the exclamation point of deep emotion. The inexhaustible stream is the evocative ellipsis, what an intoxicating poem!
The moonlit night in my hometown is like a landscape painting, with endless fields surging with green waves. A twisting brook flows in this moonlit night. If you don't pay attention, you'll think it's the Milky Way in the sky falling to earth. The moonlight quietly cascaded over the leaves, which seemed to be gilded with a layer of silver, and the moon, like an artist, depicted the trees, crops, and grass on the earth.
The moonlit night in my hometown was quiet, the stream was flowing quietly, the moon was shining aloud, and the stars were winking mischievously. The mountains are asleep, the fields are asleep, the crops are asleep, the paths are asleep, and the river is asleep. The whole village, in the night seems silent and quiet. They are too tired, a breeze blew, suddenly the night of the green dress blowing rustling. After the breeze, the silver-white ribbons on the dress of the night raised layers of clear waves. In the river, a fishing lamp shines. In the moonlight and light, the silhouettes are clearly visible. Gently dragging the net, quickly closing the net. The sound of "snap" breaks the quiet of the night, a wave of light jumps out of the water, the river water turned up a wave. Breathe in, it smells good! This is the aroma of the earth, the fragrance of the grains, this is still the fragrance of the night!
"This night is beautiful!" I sighed softly, afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.
The moon resides in the sky, quietly listening to what is on my mind.
In this moonlit night, I was intoxicated by the beauty of the moonlit night in my hometown, the laughter of the moonlit night in my hometown, and the feelings of the moonlit night in my hometown.
In this night sound, night flavor, night rhyme, I seem to see the hometown brilliant tomorrow.