The night, sultry and hot, made it impossible to sleep.
Walking out of my room, a bright moon hung high in the sky, like a bright light between heaven and earth, giving everything a hazy color. I walked on the path of a strange and familiar country, enjoying the beauty of nature. After a few years, this scene is still as familiar as ever. Suddenly, a few magpies flew up from the bushes on the roadside, dancing in the moonlight. Oh, it was my footsteps that woke them up, these cute little things! They flew away from the branch without knowing what to do and circled in the night sky. My heart couldn't help but feel guilty. A cool breeze blew in my face, and I immediately felt refreshed, and the heat from earlier was swept away. Cicadas also seem to express the meaning of comfort, low singing in the night wind.
"Hey, what's that smell?" A careful sniff, it turned out to be the fragrant flowers of the rice flowers in the diffusion, in the drift. I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now that I smell it, the flavor is so mellow and rich. Taking a closer look, the ears of rice in the grain field were hanging down their heads. The breeze is blowing and rustling. From afar, wave after wave rose and fell in the moonlight. "This year is another bumper harvest, ah, the hard work of these industrious folks has not been in vain." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile heartily. "Croak croak croak-" the sound of frogs that came near and far interrupted my contemplation. Ah! Is this noisy frog singing talking about the joy of the harvest, or is it a celebration for the beauty of this harvest?
There were a few emerald stars twinkling in the distant sky. They blinked like naughty children. Summer weather is really strange, just a moment ago the moon was shining brightly, this is not, even a small rain, I closed my eyes, let the cool rain all the way to my heart. I closed my eyes and let the cool rain fall all the way to my heart. The rain soon stopped again, and the moon was still shining in the sky. In the distance, in a trance, there is more of a gauzy softness.
Turning a corner, a small bridge came into my eyes. Under the bridge, the stream murmured. Standing on the bridge, under the moonlight, you can see the ghostly green of the water. Walking across the bridge, ah, saw, familiar thatched store, it is still as peaceful perched on the edge of the woods. Looking at the store, I remembered the party three years ago, the warm chime moment, the parting scene seems to be right in front of my eyes. Now only the woods clatter, and my friends, where are they now?
2. West River Moon - Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night
I was walking alone on the road of the Yellow Sand Ridge during the long night. The sky was dark, but with a little blue color, so deep and low-key. A round of white moon is so conspicuous on this huge curtain, and the moonlight is so bright, without a single blemish, like a bowl of milk. The goddess of the moon extended her slender arm to the sleeping magpies in the bird's nest, and the magpies, awakened, fluttered up from the branches of the trees, and flew past the moon, which turned into a huge mirror, in which a beautiful arc was drawn. In the twinkling of an eye, the bird disappeared into the silent night sky.
"Huh, what's that smell?" I gently sniffed, it turned out to be the fragrance of the flowers of rice filled the air. Smell carefully, the flavor is so mellow, so strong. Look more closely, only to see a rice dolls are bending down, hanging down their heads. The breeze blew and rustled, and the rice field was flooded with clear, rolling waves. "Croak - croak - croak -" the frogs in the distance seemed to greet me as well. The frogs combined with the cicadas to form a moving symphony. Perhaps the little elves are also sighing over the beauty of the harvest!
The sky was suddenly much darker, and I looked up, looking up at the sky. The gray night sky, only a few dedicated stars are still at their posts, the others? Perhaps all of them have gone under the covers! Maybe it is listening to the moon mother-in-law storytelling it, really naughty "drop, ta ~ ~" a few small raindrops jumped to me, I opened my mouth, and a small Rogue jumped down, the rain seems to emanate the fragrance of the rice flowers. Rain thin, like cow hair, such as flower needle, they popped down from the sky in groups of three to five. "Tick-tock, tick-tock," which is more like a happy drum ah! The stars in the sky are watching and applauding!
I walked and looked, but could not find the familiar thatched store in the past. I looked eastward and westward, and only found it at once after turning over the little bridge over the stream. It was still there, at the edge of the woods. I couldn't help but chant:
The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice blossoms tells of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. The old time thatched store by the social forest, the road turned to the stream bridge suddenly see.