That year, high and refreshing in autumn, the evening sun was full of sky, Taihu Lake; dozens of miles of water bright as a mirror. The two of us lakeside walk, you said: "the world only love is difficult to tell, no shadow and invisible, but let the people of the gods, gloomy soul". I looked at the sky fluctuating clouds, run a hand in the wind willow branch said: love; as this water occasionally fall petals, a wisp of residual fragrance, empty left in the noisy world.
Yes, life is unpredictable. Yesterday's lotus flowers, lotus leaves in the sky of the summer, the turn of the eye has come to the fall. As just as the colorful sky, the moment has turned into the twilight of the smoke and water, the moon is confused scenery. And in this haze, I saw the lake occasionally jumping fish, ruffled the water, which will be the soft folds of the breeze washed away, and instantly returned to calm. I said: perhaps love is the same, it is only our momentary feelings, not the whole of life.
The corner of the lake, there is a clump of silk bamboo, I will go to see it every time I walk, it grows in the lake, not stained with the world, it seems elegant and cold. There is a kind of spiritual gas. At this time the lake moon like a pearl, people produce a kind of hazy intoxicated feeling. It can be said that: when the moon is light, the wind is clear, separated from the red dust fall earth". I think, we so taste the moon color of the elegant, enjoy the cool wind on the face, how can the heart is not serene? How can we still care about the vulgar thoughts of love and sorrow in the red dust?
The sound of the flute came from the lake, soft and gentle, far and clear. It seems to be able to penetrate the clouds and rocks, it is sometimes exciting, sometimes elegant, but not mixed with a hint of noise. So that I am quiet and convergence, filtered out the distractions, feel the notes flying in the air, let it in the empty and lonely wilderness flight, crossing.
I wandered in this kind of music, a long time can not bear to leave. I was worried that the sound would blow down the moon. In such an autumnal night, I listened quietly until all the music was silent. I was so worried that I would not be able to get away with it," he said, "but I'm not going to.
I turned around and looked back, you are gone, behind me is empty, only a few pieces of fallen leaves lying quietly in the wind. I silently stroked the tremor of its landing, experiencing its loneliness and helplessness, and I could not stop, listening to its sorrowful outpouring. In this way, I stand with it at the edge of the season, through the yellow veins of the leaves, to interpret the philosophy of life.
I don't know when you left, from that moment on, the ripples in the lake, revealing the light of the moonlight haze my vision, I can't even see my own shadow. Only the dome of the sky, the lonesome stars are still emitting a faint aura. The only thing I can say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
If you say that the autumn water has no trace, then whose tears are turned into the clear dew of autumn? If the maple leaf can really send love, then please let the thin end of the east wind stained with yesterday's warmth, looking for a piece of penetrating sky, in the years of the riverbed, accompanied by me. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The moon and the wind are the most beautiful thing in the world, and the moon and the wind are the most beautiful thing in the world, and the moon is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Qing song?
The sound of this call is clearly through the heartache and love, as if to introduce Iren into the depths of the heart, from now on, the Golden House of love, all kinds of love.
I am your song, you are my bright moon. The desert world, we are just two grains of dust scattered in the world, hiding the love. I've been waiting for years to meet you, and I've been waiting for years to meet you. All encounters in this world are goodbyes, I'm sure of it. Only a long time to meet, will have a heart, the heart of the secret, so the love of the heart.
The most beautiful love ah, are the heart of the moment. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm not going to be able to do it. You have reached the depths of my heart in an instant, plucking my most tender strings, raw pain ah. I am a long withered flower in the world, but under your touch it bloomed magically, and the moonlight was like water, everything was just right. All the darkness and pain in the world have quietly receded, such a beautiful and peaceful moment, let me just bloom in your palm, let my beauty and tenderness seeped into your heart, so that you will remember it in your heart for the rest of your life, and never forget it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and you'll be able to do that. The flowers are fragrant, the butterflies are dancing, the dreams are smoked with the breeze and sleep soundly.
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Outside the window, the moon shadow reflected in the roadside willow, there is a kind of hazy beauty, reflected in the clear light on the table, a piece of verdant, silk swings marks, seems to be in the flick of the green rhyme. Moonlit night, in this elegant and quiet night, I am in front of the table, a breeze, a light fragrance wafted over the wind across my face, a good gentle feeling, the warm summer wind so pleasant. Lift your head, gaze at the reverie, the wind is clearer, the moon is brighter. The wind is so romantic, the wind is swaying, and the red dust is flowing.
The wind, the moon, the smile, the dance of the clouds, the gracefulness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Treading the water, the light boat swings, the breeze dances and roams. The heart recites poetry, embraces the scroll, the sky is the limit of love. Years in a hurry, the Chinese years passed, the fragrance of the ghost scattered, walked through a period of experience, leaving behind is a beautiful memory. The unforgettable, love condensation, the long life condensed volume chapter. Willow bank, the breeze, the setting sun reflecting the beautiful lake and mountains, distant landscape, blue sky and white clouds of the beauty of the picturesque; this is the rhyme of light ink lightly depicted, constituting a perfect ink and wash painting scrolls, beautiful scenery, gallery, light diffuse, light Shu Su volume, linger. The breeze floating, adding a slight warmth; beautiful summer, giving people unlimited visions...
The moonlit night, I gently pushed open the window, the wind whisked into a wisp of freshness, Yishen refreshing, the original breeze so good. Far away from the mountains, the moon shadow reveals a few lofty. Near the water, point swings a pool wave. In front of the window, the fluttering willow green as the sea, in a breeze in a graceful dance, the reflection in the water seems to contain smoke such as fog, in the silence staring at all this, as if I was in another world, I think the fish at this time has long been sleeping peacefully it. Look at the moon, the moon is quiet pale dome intention, Ying Ying light clear Hui Ying. Such a beautiful night, any flower flying across, fragrant full sleeve. Bright moon drunk wind, laughing at the red dust, there should be a few poetic, a few silent feelings catharsis in the vegetarian volume.
I don't know if the moon misses the deceased, whether I am as relieved as I am, and whether the moon and the wind are pulling the nostalgia of the place. I don't know if the ancients, raise a cup to invite the moon, drink into the sound of three people? I have been intoxicated by the breeze and the moon, and when the pretty eyebrows are raised, who will be the one to see them? The wind, want to sleep, but also add worry, drunkenness, laughing at the mountains, the wind is floating, the moon sleep!
The wind is like a wandering silk, people are as light as a swallow, drops of tears waving ink volume? Although the mountain alliance, the letter is difficult to send, the message is lost, the cold condensation evening dew, send a dream smile to see each other, the golden wind and jade dew a meeting, more than the earth countless. The shadow of the veiled makeup, the piano rhyme gently play, pen condensation love silk, line line line twists and turns, the sentence is born rhyme clear pool ink stained, the eyebrow contains a pretty, drunkenness hazy. I'd like to get wet with apricot blossom rain, and I'd like to get drunk with poetry, and I'd like to get drunk with the breeze tonight, and I'd like to get drunk with my dreams at the end of the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The wind is a great way to transmit the wind, but I wish to bring the dream to the heart of the **** dance! ***The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money! The people of the Southern Dynasties lived a life of flowers and willows, a bright and beautiful.
The old poem says: "Four hundred and eighty temples in the South, how many buildings in the smoke and rain." Every time I read this poem, the shadow of the people of the Southern Dynasties appears in front of my eyes, and even their quiet smile. They have long robes and wide sleeves, walking in the landscape of Jiangnan, wandering in the mountains and forests, wandering under the pine forests; or sitting in the mountains and rocks between the platforms, pinching a long xiao, in the smoky rain, blowing a song, so that full of ghostly thoughts, so that the infinite loneliness, are sprinkled in the infinite rain and smog, and the sound of bells towards the evening together, slowly drifting away.
People in south China love beauty, more will enjoy the beauty of life.
They brewed wine, apricot blossom village of wine, from their wine cups escape aroma, dazzling hundreds of years, attracted Du Mu, looking for restaurants, horseback riding; drunk Su Shi, how many years later, still do not forget that "I am Zhu Chen old envoys, persuade the farmers had entered the apricot blossom village".
March, grass like silk, sheer extension, spread to the sky. They will be two or three friends, traveling in pairs, go to the mountains to enjoy the flowers, come to the strangers, told friends who did not come, "green grass vine like silk, mixed trees red Yingfa. No matter if you do not return, you return to the fragrance has been rested". The flavor of the time, cherish the beautiful, sighing, overflowing with it.
In the gauzy spring breeze, in the drizzle, in the "willow leaves with the wind, peach blossom with the rain" "Water in the willow at the beginning of the blue, the smoke contains peach half red," the early spring, in the "leaf dense birds fly in the way, the wind is light and the flowers fall late!
They appreciate the "noisy birds over the spring continent, mixed Ying full of fragrant meadow" of the spring scenery, drunkenness, do not want to go home; they hold a book, sitting in the west window, leaning on the "elm and willow shade, peach and plum before the hall" of the green shade, comfortable; they are in the "daybreak Burroughs fly," and the "daybreak Burroughs fly," the "daybreak Burroughs fly" of the "daybreak Burroughs fly" of the "daybreak Burroughs fly. In the late fall, they will also be intoxicated and lost in the "sunset Burao fly, wind blowing Sapium sebiferum tree".
Although the parting is bleak, although people are haunted and cut off, but that separate places, and the scenery. In their writing, are so beautiful: "Jade stone, columns of pines such as jade" "open the door to the white water, side near the bridge". In later generations of love poems, there is no longer such a beautiful parting scenery - if there is, it will only appear in the singing of classical opera.
The people of south China are good at enjoying beauty, because they have a unique spirit, a wise eye, and are good at finding beauty. They always live in the beauty, in the breeze and the moon.
Hundreds of years later, Li Bai, unlimited admiration, "to solve the road clear river pure as practice, people long remember Xie Xuanhui." The history of the bamboo and wood, ink and fragrance, famous sentences like the moon, but only Xie Xuehui's "after the haze scattered into a beautiful, clear river is as quiet as a practice" let a generation of poets low back to the twists and turns, marveled at - no enjoyment of life, observation, it is difficult to do.
The south, immersed in life, do a green grass, do a June lotus, not only Xie Wu one. Xie Ling Yun, also a member of the Xie family, but also a person who is in love with the landscape: "Pond spring grass, dark willows into songbirds," "white clouds hold the rock, green Shin Mei Qingliang. He was a master of landscape poetry, standing as a monument and a landscape.
South China, or independent of the water's edge, admiring the lotus picking woman "hitchhiking hibiscus fall, boat move egret fly. The lotus silk evening around the wrist, the diamond horn far from the clothes; or walk into the field, feel the "morning care of the filth, with the moon lotus hoe back" of the leisure. More, is to go into the mountains, and green hills as a companion, and white clouds as a friend, leisurely, chat to pawn.
Therefore, the prose of the Southern Dynasties, dynamic as clouds, natural as water, understand as waterfalls, beautiful as snow reflecting the plum blossom wind blowing on the water, without stagnation, without artifice, the beauty of nature, presented on paper, presented on the desk, so that future generations read, leisurely into the "peaks into the clouds, the clear stream to see the bottom. Both sides of the stone wall, five colors. Green forests and bamboos, the four seasons are ready," in the ink painting, as if he became a character in the painting, became a hermit in the mountains, outside the world.
When the Southern Dynasties walked in the "wind and smoke are silent, Tianshan **** color" between the landscape of Jiangnan, when the Southern Dynasties face "the water are indistinct blue, a thousand feet to the bottom. Swimming fish and fine stones, straight to see no obstacles" before the flow, when the Southern Dynasties look up to the "negative potential competition, each other xuanmiao, high and straight to the point, thousands of peaks" of the mountains, of course, they will "look at the peaks resting heart," will be "The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Because, they have been intoxicated by the beauty of their discovery, a thousand years drunk.
In the later generations, those who wrote poems about the Southern Dynasties were the first Tang and Song people. They wrote about the life of the people of the Southern Dynasties, and they praised and longed for the scenery of the Southern Dynasties.
Their poems, rather than being written by them, were created for them by the people of the Southern Dynasties.
Under the moon in Yangzhou, on the twenty-four bridges, the bright moon is like frost, the beauty is like the moon, the piper's voice is a wisp, fluttering in the air, curling up a line, going straight up to the sky, teasing the moonlight with a ripple, teasing the flowing frost with a few splashes. The Southern Dynasties, with their poetic art, created poetic beauty for later appreciation.
Zhenjiang's "Jinling Jindu Xiaoshan Lou", they built, otherwise, across the two or three starry fires, it is difficult to enter the eyes of the later; Jingkou's city bricks, they base up, Beigulou is also their construction, otherwise, even if the poet put the "hooks to see, appendage shot all over the "
No, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Without the meticulous life of the Southern Dynasties, without the poetic vision of the Southern Dynasties, history, there may be no landscape idylls, no "Lanting Collection Preface", no Wu belt when the wind of the wonderful picture, no plum rain in general. Huangmei tune, without the sentimentality of the Xizhou Qu, without the many beautiful poems in the Tang poems.
Du Mu, can really have to hide in the apricot blossom village, drink a cup of Qingming wine, clear tears. Xin Qiji can not sing "full of scenery Beigulou", only to let the Hao Ran long sigh, with the water of the Yangtze River rolling eastward.
Tonight there is no moon, but my eyes hanging high in the moon I have never seen, is so bright, sacred and bright, exudes a layer of faint colorful halo, but it seems to be due to the moon cold titillating, slightly compact like in mutual warmth seems to be. Starlight dotted, flickering with cut and cut, but also messy sadness. Like a look back from the past life, looking at me, as if to say: long time no see ......
I stand under this moon, looking up into the void of deep space, like being inexplicably surrounded by uneasiness is just a flash of time, then I see that this moonlight y embraced me, my clothes, as if full of light, reaching out, with the shadow of the moon, that is me! soul reflected on Mother Earth, shook hands. Tonight, into three.
I have come here for the name of a man who has laughed, cried, loved and hurt. In this small city, who had watched for whom into an eternal monument, who condensed into a thousand years of tears for whom. Here, I learned how to pick up, but it took me two years to learn how to give up. The point of the Jiang Jiang lips, want to talk about it.
Tonight, the Department of Education held a closing ceremony, remember the previous year I was also a member of the inside. The stormy year has passed, looking at the familiar faces in the past. My heart also followed the stay up ah. I still remember you ah, and you, do you still remember once I? Although Ping Shui met, but in this most innocent age to meet, meet a smile, shallow greetings, in the flaunting of youth in the mutual blessing, and then ...... in the vicissitudes of the years to separate, since then the end of the world. Perhaps in a moment many years later, you and I met, familiar but not named, may be a smile, may also be tacitly pleasantries a few sentences, and then again rub shoulders, fade away, become two worlds.
I am like a wandering poet, into the red dust, only because of the birth of the temperament from the smoke and rain. The only reason for this is that it is not a good idea to have a good time, but it is a good idea to have a good time, and to have a good time. The only reason I've seen this is because I've seen it all, and I've seen it all, and I've seen it all, and I've seen it all. I will not stay in a place for a few moments, even if I am attached to it, but I still put on my bag and embarked on that one, only one person can walk on the road.
I am a starry night dancer, the swan with broken wings, in this clear wind and moon, the ghost dance between flowers ......