Moonlit Night

Riverside tidal even sea level, Sea Moon total tide living. There are thousands of miles of fluff and fluff, where there is no moon in the Spring River. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines like a graupel. The Frost flew unconsciously in the air, and the white sand on the Ting could not be seen. jiang tian yi se non-dust, Jiaojiao air solitary moon. Who sees the moon at the Riverside? At the beginning of Jiang Yue, who will take photos? On the night of flowers and moon in the Spring River, a famous poem left by Zhang Ruoxu, a poet of Chinese Tang dynasty, depicts the scenery along the river in the spring night with beautiful words and sentences. It is called a masterpiece covering the whole Tang Dynasty alone, and Wen Yiduo called, the peak on the peak.. This poem was adapted into a national orchestral music by Peng Xiuwen, a famous contemporary musician in China, and thus it was widely circulated. I like this poem very much, and I like it after reading it, because there is my name in the name of the poem. I thought my name was a very vulgar word. After reading this poem, I felt that the vulgar style was elegant. The original palace style flowery poem was written by Zhang Ruoxu, the night view by the river is very beautiful. I remember the first time I went to Hainan, it was already 8 o’clock in the evening when I arrived in Sanya, and I stayed in a five-star hotel. What came into my sight when I got off the car was a huge moon rising slowly from the sea, with waves of snow rolling around my ears. There were raindrops falling down in the air. The moon was so close to me and so low, it seems that grasping one hand is just like the moonlight on one hand, which is a typical spring river flower and Night Moon in Sanya. Moonlight, beach, waves, lovers, foot dance on the beach. The night by the sea was boiling, and sometimes there were screams like me who came to the sea for the first time, but this boiling would gradually be filtered out by the moonlight and the sea here. Then your depression is released and your mind is purified. When the sea breeze blowing towards your face gently touches your face, you will sing softly at the seaside: The River and the sky are all clean, and the moon is lonely in the bright sky. You can’t help asking such a question: is it possible that people who see the moon for the first time at the seaside will be like me? But this kind of Moonlight has been reincarnated for thousands of years. Who knows how it came to this seaside for the first time to appreciate this wonderful moonlight? Look at the smiling face of the moon. Look at the flying time. The night doesn’t feel like flying. From the vast silver sea to the rippling south of the Yangtze River, the Moonlight flies over the waves, the Moonlight crosses the mountain forest, and the moonlight shines into the flowers, seeing a shy woman like a lotus on the stage: the gentle woman who bowed her head most played the Spring River and the moon in the moonlight. The piano is floating on the river, the moon is rippling in the middle of the water, and some sweet and beautiful thoughts are softly filled with the atrium… Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Suddenly feeling

All of a sudden, I want to say that I am proud of my youth. In the dark, it seemed to be very moved at some time. There was no refreshing corner in the hot study room. Looking up, what could not be seen was the passer-by armour. And I started a strong and fragile life. Spread out the book, points, probability-one by one into my eyes, and those long and difficult sentences that make me headache. In every colorful season, everything is so dull. Only here, the air is free. I can breathe freely and stretch myself freely. Free to laugh suddenly. You don’t have to worry that the noise will shoot me down at any time. Only when you look at me again and again can you know that there is no happiness at all. At least, there is no happiness of someone in a certain place. Life seems to be full of insects, and thoughts are eaten and abused again and again, and finally they are scarred. The night breeze blows gently, who is playing the harmonica in the wind? Then, I suddenly remembered the day when I wrote novels with the harmonica. The campus, which was once young, was very happy. Even if I was tired of studying, I would never worry that my heart would die, even in the cold winter, that kind of pure and sincere friendship will make people feel cold at any time. Now, it seems to suddenly disappear in the sleep and wake up, facing the strange environment, cold face, breathing will make people feel painful, sour to escape. The surrounding air only leaves the gray interliao. Indifferent pale thoughts, ripples no longer exist, the laughter and laughter of the past, and the passion of the past are all strangled invisibly, but I can’t see a drop of blood. I am so painful that I forget how to cry. Missing is the pain of breathing this is a beautiful season, but the wilderness is green, but the heart is withered. As a result, there is only pain that cannot be told. Looking back, I can’t find the dim lights. The stars on the horizon blinked at me. Suddenly, a kind of touch surrounded me. At that moment, I cried all over the floor, as if I had left the baby in my mother’s arms. I cried and burst into tears. The stars still smiled at me. And I understand that this is not an indifferent smile or a cold ridicule, but a warm encouragement to me. Stars hang in the North sky all the time. Therefore, I began to doubt whether I was really suitable to live in this Jiangnan Watertown that I yearned? In the dream, it is as gentle as a cheongsam; In the dream, it is the joy of fish and rice in the Watertown; In the dream, it always wraps me tightly with its warm embrace without cold wind; in the dream, I am coming now, looking for a dream, but I can’t find it all the time. The dream of that season was broken in my loss, and then I began to suffer from insomnia all night, and again, nightmare rife? Once upon a time, I was still looking forward to it, and everything seemed to have gone away for a thousand years. Only after several rounds could I return to the land that made me not afraid of loneliness, struggle or dejection? “Near, near, really near, far, start far, near, my hometown, near, my happiness, near, my dream;, far away, this is helpless, far away, this haze, far away, the indifference here is far away, deep and shallow, thick and light, and finally it is just passing. And the book of life is always a mess, a mess, a mess Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…