The serene summer night with a clear moon and wind always gives me a feeling of purity and serenity. Bright and clear as soft water like the moon pouring, clear light streaming, the meaning of the serene integration. The color of the moon is soft and transparent, light and airy.
I like to borrow the moon to precipitate the mood, such as water, can drink. Push open the window, let the moonlight quietly flow in the skin, light and airy rhyme, fresh connotation of the mood naturally flow in the heart. The moonlight is like a practice, the mood in the moonlight becomes clear and soft, suddenly all kinds of life in the moving and beautiful spirit floating.
Once upon a time, the innocent me snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, leisurely enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside.
Once upon a time, in the elite campus and classmates in the clear moonlight to talk to each other, feeling the beauty and sorrow of the watery years.
Once upon a time, in the watery moonlight I canoe with you on Taihu Lake, in the sound of paddles and lights, in the moonlight and lake water reflecting in the appreciation of the beauty of the world. The clear water of the lake, the drifting sound of the piano, so that I was intoxicated in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan do not know where to go.
Flower shadow on the wall, suspected to be a jade man. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, to the moon under the West Wing, the qin passes on the ghostly thoughts, under the moon to wait for a beautiful woman. A classical beauty. The moonlight stains the western window, and the faint thoughts are also diffused.
The moonlight in the classical subtlety and present-day romantic interpretation of the aesthetic, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.
The moonlight attracts me, so I go out, step in the moonlight, slowly walk into the garden, gardenia bathed in moonlight, cold condensation with dew, such as a curtain of distant dream. Bamboo shadow with rhyme light dance, such as water moonlight gently through, reflecting the clear light of the moon. All things are in the moonlight in the fullness of the spirit up. The hustle and bustle of the world and impatience, hesitation and uncertainty are dissolved in this watery moonlight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that makes you feel better.
Like water, can drink. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Standing in the garden path, listening to the silence of a piece of ......
Moonlight in the Lotus Pond, Zhu Ziqing
The heart of the past few days is quite unsettled. Tonight in the courtyard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered day by day walk through the lotus pond, in the light of the full moon, there should be another look it. The moon is gradually rising, outside the wall of the road children's laughter, can not be heard; wife in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on my great shirt and took the door with me and went out.
Along the lotus pond was a winding little coal-chip road. This is a secluded road; few people walk in the daytime, and it is even lonelier at night. On all sides of the pond, there are many trees, luxuriant (wěng) lush. On one side of the road were some willows and some trees whose names were unknown. On nights when there is no moonlight, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight, however, it was fine, although the moonlight was still faint as well.
I was alone on the road, pacing (duo) with my hands behind my back. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; it's like I've gone beyond my usual self to another world. I love to be lively, but also love to be calm; I love to live in a group, but also love to be alone. Like tonight, alone under the pale moon, I can think of anything, I can think of nothing, and I feel free. The things I must do and say in the daytime can now be ignored. This is the beauty of being alone, I'll just enjoy the boundless fragrance of the lotus and the moon.
At the top of the curving lotus pond, the view is of fields of leaves. The leaves are very high out of the water, like the skirt of a dancer. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly (niǎo, nuó) open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, such as just out of the bath of the beauty. The breeze, sending a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building of the faint song. At this time the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, all of a sudden spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves is a vein (mò) of running water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style.
Moonlight, like running water, quietly cascaded over this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream shrouded in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep was indispensable, but a nap also had a special flavor. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as ghostly as the cliffs; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows looked like they had been painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond was uneven; but the light and the shadow had a harmonious melody, like the famous song played on the van shui (ē) ling (the translation of the English violin).
On all sides of the lotus pond, far and near, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the gracefulness of the willows could be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. In the cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, listless, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. At this time of the year, the most lively, to be the sound of cicadas in the trees and the sound of frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
Suddenly, I remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed since a long time ago, and flourished during the Six Dynasties; you can roughly know it from the poems. The lotus picker is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song to go. It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers, and there were also people who watched the picking. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuan Di "lotus picking fugue" said well:
So the demon child Yuanyuan (yuàn) female, swinging boat heart Xu; 鷁 (yì) head back, and pass the feather cup; 欋 (zhào) will be moved and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and ping open. The waist of the slender bundle Su, delayed Gu step; summer began to spring, leaf tender flowers, fear of staining the clothes and smile, afraid of dumping the boat and converge train (jū).
See the light of the playground at that time. This is a really interesting thing, but it is a pity that we have long been unable to enjoy it now.
So I remembered the lines in the West Island Song:
Picking lotus in Nantang in the fall, the lotus flower is over the head of the people; lowering the head to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is as clear as water. Tonight, if there are lotus pickers, the lotus here is also counted as "over the head"; only to see some of the shadow of the flowing water, is not good. This makes me miss Jiangnan in the end.
Thinking like this, I looked up and realized that I was already in front of my own door; I gently pushed the door to go in, and there was no sound, and my wife had been asleep for a long time.
Green" Zhu Ziqing
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was amazed at the green of Meiyutan.
The Meiyu Pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xianyan, and Meiyu Falls is the lowest. Walking to the side of the mountain, you can hear the sound of clattering
clattering; raise your head, set in two wet black edges, a band of white and shiny water will be presented in front of you.
We went to the Meiyu Pavilion first. The pavilion faces the waterfall; sitting beside the pavilion, you don't have to look up to see the whole thing.
Below the pavilion is the Meiyu Pool.
The pavilion is perched on a rocky outcrop, empty at the top and bottom; as if a
hawk is floating in the sky with its wings spread out, and there are mountains on three sides, like half of a mountain. On three sides are mountains, like half a ring embracing; one is like at the bottom of a well. It
was a thin, cloudy autumn day. Faint clouds streamed over our tops; the rocky faces and grasses were a few
shades
of oily green from the wetness. And the waterfall seemed to be distinctly loud. The waterfall, rushing down from above, seemed to have been torn into small and large
skeins; no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many angles on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact, and
it splashes like a flower. The splash of water, crystal and more mango; far away, like a small white plum,
rain like have fallen. It is said that this is the reason why the plum rain pool got its name. But I think like Yanghua, especially accurate
some. When the wind is blowing lightly, a few dots are floating in the wind, which is even more poplar flowers.
The glittering green of the Meiyu Pool beckoned us; we began to catch the divine light of her clutch. Grasping the grass, climbing the
rocks, carefully exploring down, and bowed through a stone dome door, then arrived at the pool of blue. The waterfall was between my lapel
sleeves; but there was no more waterfall in my heart. My heart swayed with the green of the water. That intoxicating green ah, as if
a great, great lotus leaf spread, full of strange green ah. I wanted to open my arms and hug her; but what a
delusion it was. --Standing at the water's edge, I looked over to the other side and realized that it was a bit far away! This flat, thick green was
really lovely. She is loosely wrinkled, like a young woman dragging her skirt; she gently fiddled, like the beating heart of a virgin in first love
; she is smooth and bright, like coated with "bright oil" in general, as soft as egg whites, so tender, one would like to think of the most tender skin ever touched; and she is not mixed with some of the dregs of law, just like a piece of warm turquoise, like a piece of green. It's like a piece of warm jasper, just a clear color
-but you can't see through her! I've seen the green poplar of Shichahai in Beijing, can't get rid of the yellow background, seems to be too
faint. I have also seen Hangzhou Hupang Temple next to the high and deep "green wall", overlapping the infinite blue grass and green leaves,
that seems to be too thick. For the rest, the waves of the West Lake are too bright, and the Qinhuai River is too dark. Lovely, what
will I compare you to? How can I compare it? The pool is very deep, so it can contain such a strange green; as if
the blue sky melted a piece in it, so it is so fresh and moist ah. --The color of the green is so intoxicating! If I could cut thee
for a belt, I would give it to the light dancer; she would be able to float in the wind. If I could give thee for an eye, I would give it to the blind girl who sings; she would have eyes to see. I could not spare thee; how could I spare thee? I clapped my hands upon thee, and caressed thee
as a little girl of twelve or thirteen. And I took you into my mouth, and I kissed her. I'll give you a name,
I'll call you "Daughter Green" from now on, okay?
Lotus Excerpt Page 137She said, "We've grown old in the blink of an eye, but it's only been a few years. Without realizing it. It's as if a lifetime had passed before we were thirty. A lifetime is long, he said. It's far from over. She smiled, right. But I feel as if I'm moving from middle age to old age. That's your early wisdom. The river. You feel things earlier and more than those around you ever will. But is there still so much anger and vacancy inside you? Aye. I see that life is full of limitations and that one must live like dust ...... Sometimes I am tired of life. Life is nothing more than a glass box of divided little pieces of space. Inhabiting this confined sphere. To be born, to grow old, to die. You can laugh at my mediocre self-sufficiency, he said. Inside the river. My life is nothing more than working, getting married, having children ...... like everyone else. We do all kinds of things and have all kinds of lifestyles. Do you think there is any standard for the different forms of trees in a forest? If in essence, they are all just a tree coming back from the dead through the seasons. But they can actually still be different. Like that determines the way they will experience the seasons dying and coming back to life. All I know is that it's hard for individuals to change situations. It's power that changes things. No. Good life. It's human ambition that's an illusion. I have no interest in dominating the human world. I'm a steel-walker with a different path than others. They can walk the flatlands, but I prefer the dangerous heights. Standing on that steel cable looking out into the distance, squeezing a balance bar in my hand, moving in and out, keeping my balance, groping my way along the suspended cable. Falling down will kill you, walking through is nothingness. Destined to drift through life, always teetering on the edge of the world. But this is where my support lies
Looking back.
Tear down the bright red calendar with New Year's Eve printed on it, and the days that have passed away fly by adding another year to each person's life. Inventory of the following three hundred and sixty-five days and nights of scattered gold and silver, yesterday's wind, yesterday's rain, yesterday's laughter, yesterday's tears, is the day flowing waves of poetry, or with a heavy morning and evening. Is the face reddened with laughter, or dried up with tears in the corners of the eyes. From dawn to day, from day to day, the New Year's arrival, condensed how many sweet and sour come and go round and round. Listening to the ringing of the bell, whether it is a cup of tea, or a glass of wine, the taste of this, only their own to experience in detail. No matter in the "east wind night flowers full of trees", whether there is still the warmth of love, dream of intoxication. I don't care about this wet heart, drying in the sunshine of the years, I can't remember whether to take back. Regardless of what the new year will mean to us, confused in the physical and mental exhaustion, with the first spring rain to shower, disorganized thoughts, with the first wisp of spring wind to comb. But also fluttering flotsam, belonging to the heart of the piece of reed, but also flashing bright, belonging to the life of the galaxy in the dazzling starlight. The year of confusion, maturity accompanied by suffering, joy permeated with sadness. As a man's son, as a man's father, shouldering is a responsibility, a cut and cut, but also chaotic face. Bitter also a year, happy also a year, sad also a time, happy also a time, health, happiness, peace, as desired, is not what does not matter. Look down on the honor and fame, the usual glory and wealth. The spring breeze belongs to your spiritual world, don't let it flutter around. Since the big red lanterns hanging out of the red-hot feelings, the sky of the ceremony bloomed a new magnificence, then in the "red apricot branches of spring", to find it a satisfactory return. The year, in folklore, is a monster, it specializes in people against it, drive away it, the earth is safe, will be two years in five, one night even two years. Calm the heart's lament, for the spring yearning and praise, is the beautiful vocabulary, a calendar hung with hope. Happy music, easy to sleep, live in style, painfully drunk. Last year, this year, next year, we don't talk about worries, don't let the little bird in your heart fly away. Righteously embarked on a renewed course, whether you are willing or not, the wind of the years, and sent you a season of upward mobility, a bright spring. Whether it is the spring blossoms, or the autumn winds blowing, firmly adhere to their own pursuit of the ideal, like the cold wind blossoming plum. "The dream recalls many dreams years have counted, drunken thoughts and not drunken Shaoguang have no regrets." 2 today is a new beginning Looking back at the past, our thoughts fly, a thousand feelings; based on today, we have a plan, a hundred times more confident; looking to the future, we sing at the top of our lungs, all the way to laughter. Yesterday, always belong to the past, the past regardless of success or failure, always belong to death; yesterday, such as a falling meteor across the sky, too late to say hello; yesterday, such as a dandelion fluttering in the sky, to show its flamboyant attitude. Looking back at yesterday, we have a clear conscience, although too much bitterness melted into yesterday's plowshares, although too much sadness filled our hearts, although too much helplessness written on our faces, although too much energy splashed in yesterday's process. There are failures and there will be success, there are salty tears of course there is no shortage of sweet smiles, there is a loss that constitutes yesterday's lingering song, there is sadness that will have yesterday's glowing romantic colors. Looking back to the past, we are open-minded, looking back to the past, we sunk in yesterday's success when the flowers and applause in the cluster; looking back to the past, we did not stop in yesterday's construction of a beautiful dream; looking back to the past, we do not have to be sad, sunk in yesterday's gains and losses, right and wrong; looking back to the past, to understand the most real self, to see the direction of the future, to choose the right voyage for a brand-new day of painstakingly build. Based on today, we polish our eyes, walk through yesterday's passing years, ignite new hopes, fly new dreams, in the days of the tunnel shuttle. Today, another starting point, another sunrise, please open the windows of your mind and embrace the sunshine! Embrace today!
I hope you can be satisfied, O(∩_∩)O thank you