Autumn gives the feeling that there is no decorative, no cover, although there is a hint of a faint sadness, there is also a repeated light The love of humor, she let a lot of lonely people produce "the end of the world," the feeling. The lingering autumn rain is like an old friend, but also like a confidant's talk, harmony **** Ming in which. I like the lingering autumn rain, I like the autumn rain murmur, I like to walk in the autumn rain, I like to think of their own affairs of the heart in the autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gives me the feeling is: "spoiled, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; to stay or go without intention, see the sky clouds rolled up"
Autumn is the season of lovesickness, every ripple of the autumn wind will be swept up by the heart of the inexhaustible emotion. Bathed in a pleasant breeze to fly the dream; looking at the silk of the autumn rain smile like a song; smell the light chrysanthemum fragrance drunk as a dream. The fall of that attachment a little bit can not help themselves, hate the autumn can not stay forever, love the autumn to autumn and back. Autumn and the four seasons as well as the cycle, the years like water, the fall is finally to go. There has been sadness, but also to send off, just like this, the autumn always quietly come and quietly go, I will also let myself in the autumn wind always frank, calm. Autumn's beauty, autumn's moving will let me mature, will let me in the days ahead, less impetuous, more calm, will let myself to more sensible and more pure vision of the world.
Wish the autumn wind could blow dry every dark and damp corner, wish the autumn rain could wash away every ordinary and small dust, wish the lingering autumn wind let the sentimental people enjoy bathing in the warmth of autumn, until forever. Autumn wind with a dream, flying in their own sky; autumn wind with love, enjoy in their own soil to take root and germinate! I love the autumn wind, I love the autumn clouds, I love the autumn sky, I love the autumn thoughts and expectations.
Autumn gives people the feeling that there is no decoration, no cover, although there is a hint of faint sadness, there is also a repeated faint love of the ghost, she let a lot of lonely people produce "the end of the world" feeling. The lingering autumn rain is like an old friend, but also like a confidant talk, harmony **** Ming in which. I like the lingering autumn rain, I like the autumn rain murmur, I like to walk in the autumn rain, I like to think of their own affairs of the heart in the autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gives me the feeling of: "spoiling and humiliating, watching the flowers blossom and fall in front of the garden; going and staying with no intention to watch the sky clouds roll in and out of the clouds.
Autumn is the season of love, every ripple of the autumn wind will swing the heart of the endless emotions. Bathed in a pleasant breeze to fly dreams; looking at the silk of the autumn rain smile like a song; smell the light chrysanthemum fragrance drunk as a dream. The fall of that attachment a little bit can not help themselves, hate the autumn can not stay forever, love the autumn to autumn and back. Autumn and the four seasons as well as the cycle, the years like water, the fall is finally to go. There has been sadness, but also to send off, just like this, the autumn always quietly come and quietly go, I will also let myself in the autumn wind always frank, calm. Autumn's beauty, autumn's moving will let me mature, will let me in the days ahead, less fickle, more calm, will let themselves to more sensible and more pure vision of the world
Wish the autumn wind can blow dry every dark and damp corners, wish the autumn rain can be cleansed of every ordinary and small dust, wish the lingering winds of the autumn so that the sentimental people to indulge in the warmth of the autumn bath, until forever. Autumn wind with a dream, flying in their own sky; autumn wind with love, enjoy in their own soil to take root and germinate! I love the autumn wind, I love the autumn clouds, I love the autumn sky, I love the autumn thoughts and expectations.
Autumn wind is also a beauty in my heart, a beauty of life!
Pushing the window and looking at the moon, the moon always contains a classical poetry, no wonder the ancients would say "love the moon and flowers lying alone late", the moonlight, the fragrance of the flowers, so how can people give up sleep?
I miss the moon in ancient times. The sky is clear dew cool night, a bright moonlight quietly flow over, flow through Chang'e's sleeve, flow through Wu Gang's wine, flow through the Great Wall of Qin Dynasty, flow through the Han family Guan Que, and then, along with carry on Nai's paddle flow to the euphemistic Jiangnan, flow through the three autumn osmanthus, flow through the ten miles of the lotus, flow through the West Lake side of the boat, flow through the twilight piping drums, flow through the raccoon women's sound of pounding ... ... ...In this picturesque, real and imaginary dream world, those ancient and elegant images are again one by one in front of me, although the moon color is old, although the silver man is silent, but let me want to drink again and again.
It is this moon, this ethereal and quiet moon, which once flowed out a fresh rhythm in Wang Wei's writing -- "The bright moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones. The bamboo clamor returns to the raccooness, the lotus moves under the fishing boat." That early autumn evening, the rain cleared, everything is new, flowers and trees, the mountains are quiet, in the gradually pale twilight, a round of bright moon curls up to the sky. Bathed in the mountain wind and starlight, I heard the watery moonlight through the gnarled branches of the pine tree, the sound of stars spilling down; I also saw the stream gurgling in the moonlight, like a white ribbon glittering, meandering and meandering in the valley, leaping and bouncing, in the rocks crashing out of the ding-dong sound, such as the silence of the fairy music; I also heard the laundry woman laughing and clamoring in the moonlight of the bamboo forest, the fishing boat gently down the stream. The fishing boat downstream lightly paddled across the lotus pond, lotus swaying, rippling water, stirring up the lotus pond moonlight, breaking the tranquility of the countryside, this is how beautiful and quiet, fresh and natural mood ah!
It is this moon, this immaculate moon, once in Zhang Ruoxu's eyes spread out the majestic atmosphere - "spring river tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon *** tidal wave". Many years ago, that night, the poet's hand gently waved, will be dyed spring river moonlit night of poetry - clear moonlight cleansed the earthly world, the world painted into a silver dream, in this dream, "flow of frost do not feel fly", "white sand can not see", "white sand can not see", "white sand can not see", "white sand can not see", "white sand can not see", "white sand can not see", "white sand can not be seen". "White sand can not be seen", there is only a round of bright white moon in front of me. In the clear and quiet moonlight, the river, beach, sky, wilderness, flowers, forests, flying frost ...... constitutes an atmospheric picture, the river tide even the sea, the momentum is majestic, the moon *** tidal, the scene is spectacular. Then, the poet's brush, in the middle of this picture sketched out the long-flying wild geese, diving fish and dragons, sleepless thinking woman, wandering wanderer ...... Jiang Yue has hate, running water has no love, spring will be old, but people are at the end of the world! This a number of parting feelings, this cavity of longing for love is so accompanied by wandering the bright moon, in the long river of time slowly flow to the present day.
It is this moon, this peaceful and leisurely moon, that once sketched out a moment of eternity on the tip of Mr. Feng Zikai's millimeter--"After the people have parted, a hooked crescent moon and the sky is like water". On a summer night, Mr. Feng had a small gathering with three or five friends, drinking tea and chatting, watching the crescent moon. After the night was over, Mr. Chen returned from seeing off his guests and painted this scene. The style of this painting is just like his other cartoons, the lines are simple and clear, the picture is fresh and natural, although it is a few sparse ink marks, but it will bring people's thoughts to a realm far away from the hustle and bustle of the world - the night is cool, the dew is thick, the bend of the new moon hooks up the reeds curtains, the moonlight is cold and the moonlight is translucent, as if you can reach out your hand to touch the watery coolness of the night; The small table by the corridor is a pot, a few cups, the cup is the remnants of some warmth. The moon is like a hook, the sky is like water, everything is so quiet, everything is so peaceful, in this peace and quiet, let a person feel a kind of ancient space, time stands still for eternity.
The thousand years of time just like this in the moon in the moon gently slipped by. At this moment, in this "Dan Gui shadow empty cicadas have dew" night, I once again in the cricket's song to capture the sound of the moonlight. Crickets are the singers who can best understand moonlight, aren't they? Listen to it, it sings "The moon comes in the night in the mountain, but I never see it at dawn". Sometimes I wonder if there is someone who can copy the cricket and the moonlight in its song for me. Yet there is none. So, I can only turn around and look for my moon in the Nineteen Ancient Poems - "The bright moon shines brightly at night, urging the weavers to chirp on the east wall. White dew stains the weeds, the time of year is suddenly easy."
The moon always brings out many thoughts. Tonight, this round of the moon and curls in front of my window. This has shone through the ages, and shines today's round of the moon, overflowing with boundless tenderness, in the floating dark fragrance, with a kind of speechless warmth decorated with the night, decorated with my wave-free state of mind. In this full moon in the light, chanting a sentence "the old moon, counting a few times to shine me, the plum side of the flute", there will be a distant fragrance through the long distance, through the golden wind and jade dew, in the moonlight dense into the previous dynasty of an ink painting, a classical and poetic, how can we not teach people to be intoxicated? Teach people to be obsessed?
In the moonlight like water, osmanthus shadow of the night, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers. Lift the vein pen, more tea a cup of light fragrance curling rise, the heart of the gratitude, breaking through the limitations of time, sprinkled in the end of the pen, the soft melody of the ear, low and slow wandering, such as your murmur, such as your enjoinment, a kind of thoughts flying, a can not be mailed sentiments around ......
Looking back to chase the dream of the years, you, you, you. Always silent attention, heartfelt guidance, unrepentant support, tolerance of good treatment, so that I am touched by all sorts of things to talk about, as a witness, I would like to use the pale text, recorded at this moment of the heart.
When I trace your spontaneous and elegant poetry, when I savor your heart to tell the *** message, when I collect each piece of your new green moment, a kind of light knocking the door of the heart of the ringing micro-sound! Whether or not the heart swept through the wind and rain, whether or not the disease torment is endless, gradually, only because of you, the heart instantly quiet down, the ear is like a heavenly voice came, gently embrace me,......
I want to seal! I want to seal this morning birds singing; I want to seal that sprinkled a soft red slanting sun; I want to seal each other hand in hand with the *** minutes and seconds; I want to seal all the beauty of all this, so that she will become the memory of eternity.
Heart dreams and overlapping past events, every time in the dream is incomparably clear, I cherish every encounter between heaven and earth, I long for every true love in the world, those long-ago memories, is still accompanied by my left and right, those with the time to analyze the true love, interpreting each other's sincerity, all the way to you, chase the dream ceaselessly......
Thank you, let my dream more and more real, thank you, let my pain more and more fuzzy, thank you, let me know the human endless cycle, there is true love in the inheritance!
You, I do not know how to meet the best friend, you, a brief glimpse of me touched, you, silent support for my confidence doubled, you, the magnanimous indulgence to make me young, you, I was the most beautiful encounter in this life, you, I will never stop chasing the dream ......