Those who know me say that I am worried; those who don’t know me say that what do I want!
The moonlight tonight is so bright, as bright as the green willows and the returning swallows; the moonlight tonight is so passionate, as passionate as the eyes of a lover! Tonight, I spread out a piece of plain paper under your full moonlight, soaked in your clear brilliance, and express my boundless longing and lingering nostalgia into soft and profound poems.
Wearing a pure white floor-length skirt, with the ringing sound of silver bells, you stand gently under the eaves of the deep and lonely corridor of Guanghan Palace, accompanied by the light and elegant song of Li Ge. The sleeves reflect the autumn night, with loneliness and melancholy, looking down at the world from time to time.
I stand alone on the tall building and stare at you affectionately. Your plump and round figure is overflowing with brilliance, like a beauty who has just emerged from the bath, emitting intoxicating light, full of clarity and spotless; your dignified and soft appearance, ice-cold and demure, reveals your handsome and cold face, It's as if you are slowly stepping out of a bright mirror, with a charm and intoxicating classical elegance.
The ivory silver glow of your river is as clear as a bright ice wheel, setting off the endless light blue sky. The silver glow is like water, spreading on the trees and flowers on the balcony, like milk. Clear. The shadows of the flowers are whirling, the shadows are moving, and the dense glow envelopes the lush camphor and ginkgo trees downstairs, like a mysterious image, ethereal and blurry, making people drunk in your soft and tender embrace of moonlight.
In the dead of night, the balcony is even more quiet and quiet. Your bright and bright eyes seem to see through the chaos and sadness in my heart. You touch my skin lightly with your delicate jade fingers, brushing me tenderly. Dry heart. Warm heat flowed through my body, and the messy thoughts and expectations, as well as melancholy and sadness, instantly turned into a rising tide of spring water, overflowing and complete! A stream of thoughts flowed into it, warming the loneliness and condensing into softness around the fingers. Like the lotus beside the green water pavilion, it blooms in the lake of my heart.
The dewdrops are lightly sprinkled, like pearls and jade, dripping on the flowers, grass and leaves, giving a slight coolness. A pleasant autumn wind blew past the tops of the persimmon trees, and with a rustling sound, a few dead leaves fell. The lingering thoughts of autumn instantly rippled through my soft heart. The breeze blows, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus drifts through. In the garden courtyard on an autumn night, the trees and flowers outside the house, in the bright and clean light you shed, are so cold and quiet, like a green-brown curtain, spreading in front of my eyes.
In the world of purple, there is so much noise and disturbance, filled with the fireworks of the years, confusing the eyes looking at it. The originally clean mind is stained with the dust of the world, and there seems to be clutter and worldly noise in the mind. It always longs for a gentle breeze, and longs for a refreshing and clean radiant cleansing.
Tonight, I open my dusty heart and expose all the accumulated emotions in front of you. Let the wisps of autumn wind blow away the dirt on it, and let your ethereal fingertips lift off my cocoon. Heart flower, gently and quietly, peel it off petal by petal, allowing the original soul to return to the warmth and freshness of flesh and blood; use your god-like silver light to slowly brush away the dust, and let the flexible life beat. , return to calm between the ebb and flow of the tide, showing eternity. Let your kindness spread all over this clear autumn night, pull a leaf in my heart, lead me back to the beginning, that little girl who is ignorant of the world, in the bamboo forest behind the house, looking up at the clean sky, watching from a distance Your purity, I feel the warmth you give me, and I experience the state of mind like a mirror like water!
I am immersed in the beauty of this good time, embracing your clear radiance. You poured down from the other end of the wall, enveloping my figure and creating a slightly fat image on the floor tiles. A gentle breeze ruffled a few locks of silver hair on my forehead, and I suddenly felt a trace of melancholy and sadness. A touch of sadness, just like the sad autumn poems of the ancients, deeply feeling the decline of autumn in life...
Your charming and bright light shines on the courtyard, and it actually makes the small courtyard, It looks extremely spacious. Although there are no sunsets and solitary swans, there are long autumn skies. The small and emotional sweet-scented osmanthus petals, separated from the branches, dance lightly; the pots of dripping vines and spider plants in the small courtyard, under your caress, become more green and delicate, with a trace of tenderness, faintly reflected in your quiet moonlight. trembling.
Flowers and plants are the most loving people, knowing people's thoughts. Together with the music of the piano, they convey lovesickness to you.
"The wind is clear, the moon is white, and it is a beautiful night, a piece of Qiongtian", "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow", "A piece of moon in Chang'an, the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes", reciting Tang poetry and Song lyrics, The profound admiration for your elegance and pure beauty condenses into a swaying scenery in my heart, which makes me obsessed.
Sleepless tonight, the sound of a piano harmonizes with the lines of classical poetry, with a low eyebrow, a smile, and a soft whisper. A kind of music makes people feel happy, and a kind of mood makes people think about it. The whirling bamboo shadows bathe in your silvery coolness, and the green leaves hold up the charming starlight. I stare at you. Your white body is wrapped around my body, and a coolness penetrates through my heart, overflowing with the fragrance of my heart.
With your wandering figure, time passes in silence. I look up and see you walking through the fragrant flowers, walking slowly through the dew-filled lotus pond with green lotus steps, picking up a handful of flowers. The dew on the lotus leaves in my hands gently sprinkles on my body. In a trance, I seemed to be a lotus fairy, a holy white lotus, slowly degenerating my dusty soul, revealing a refreshing and clean heart!
Close your eyes, bathe in your brightness, and feel that you are everywhere. My heart and mind become one with you, as gentle as water. I know that my home has been occupied by your clear and warm eyes at this time, and it has bloomed into a flower of nostalgia. The gentle night, exposed by your clear light, carries a kind of dense warmth, as tender as water. Listening to the sound of your gentle footsteps, endless thoughts are rippling in my heart like a tide. Your crystal moonlight holds my dreamlike homesickness, always bringing out a trace of nostalgia and longing in my heart. I anxiously inquired about the direction from which you came.
Following the light fingering of your jade hand, I know that you are passing by my hometown. It is the land of rice. When the autumn wind touches your round cheeks, it turns golden. The heavy ears of rice contain mature shyness. They bend over and lower their heads with piety and respect, waiting for your light footsteps to step on them. The yellow and clear fields, far and near, layer upon layer, were blown by a gust of autumn wind, rippling waves of golden rice waves, like pieces of Jiangnan silk, shaking and shining with sparkling light.
Following your footsteps in the clear moonlit night, the vast fields are sleeping in silence, so peaceful and peaceful. The continuous mountains are embedded in it, showing an attractive scene. Your delicate face hangs high in the sky, pouring the moonlight like a bright mirror like water, and the clear light flows. There will always be dense clusters of images on the hillside, with sparse branches and leaves clustering around each other, making it look even more cold and vast in the night. There is a deep and shallow autumn light. The mountain shadows are dignified, hazy and rich in meaning, like a magical canvas. Lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments are carefully used to depict the charm of autumn, and one after another intoxicatingly beautiful paintings are outlined. The sound of wind, rice waves, and the thick and hazy autumn colors constitute a moving piece of music, melodious! I wonder if you were lingering on this golden canvas when you came here?
Have you stopped for a while in front of the old house in your hometown? A small farmyard surrounded by low walls and fences, the strings of lavender lentil flowers on the fence, and the mischievous light blue morning glories sticking out of the wall, are the clothes I forgot to take back in the summer. They are like evening clothes on the heads of village girls, simple and elegant. In the courtyard, a tall osmanthus tree spreads its fragrant fragrance to the entire village. Outside the courtyard wall, a winding country dirt road stretches into the distance. The bright full moon in front of me is hanging diagonally on the banyan tree in front of the door. Adults and children sat around a table with eight immortals, poured wine into cups, gazed at the moon, knelt down and made good wishes. I look forward to this time when love is full and the moon is full, people will be round, things will be round, and things will go according to people's wishes, and savor the Mid-Autumn theme that has never changed for thousands of years. Facing your clear light, the yard seems to be coated with a layer of white silver powder. The mother's young and busy back is vaguely visible, the cups full of old wine on the table, the fragrant fruits on the tray, and the indispensable round moon cakes with red and green threads from her hometown... Drink a glass of sake with you, and all the sadness and melancholy will be relieved in this wine...
The thick rural night is soaked in large and small deep and shallow ink patches, and the fields appear hazy. Light black mountain shadow.
You hang quietly in the blue night sky, and the soft light like smoke and water floats down like a curtain. The fields are clear, the mountain pillows are cold, the stars are clustered, and the sky and the earth are connected. The fresh and soft natural state is full of infinite emotions. Wherever it reaches, your melting silver glow is gentle. The chirping of autumn insects is still as low as before; dots of fluorescent lights reflect the lights of the village farmhouses, swaying the softness of the rural night; occasionally there are a few dogs barking, and the noise is frozen before it has time. The night in the countryside becomes more gentle and comfortable because of your quick feet, revealing a different kind of spirituality and tranquility. With the brilliant starlight as the background, you travel all over the world, casting a cold and clear light, illuminating people, hazy mountains, rivers and slopes, casting blurry but clear shadows. Looking at the bright night sky, bathed in your clarity, I feel inexplicably filled with joy. A deep, ethereal, peaceful and tranquil night scene in the south of the Yangtze River is very thought-provoking.
I seem to see you walking through the golden rice fields, walking through the narrow paths that stretch in the dark, and taking a rest by the small river that surrounds the village. During the day, the river in my hometown is graceful and circuitous, with clear water and clear water. It runs day and night singing cheerful hometown tunes. From time to time, there are village women washing clothes, chatting, and emitting a string of laughter like silver bells. Fish and shrimps were scurrying back and forth in the river, and ripples appeared on the crystal clear water. A group of plump white geese flapped their snow-white wings, chasing and playing on the water, splashing beautiful water splashes. The clear river looks so green from a distance, as green as an emerald ribbon; it looks so clear from close up, so clear that you can see the movement of sand and stones on the bottom of the river. At night, the river is immersed in your silvery softness, gurgling and singing warm songs. The weeping willows on both sides swayed in the evening breeze, kissing the flowing river, looking gentle and shy. Your handsome and beautiful reflection is so charming and erratic on the flowing water, just like the petals of a blooming lotus, stretching and flowing into the distance.
You lingered on the silver ribbon for a while, then crossed the stone bridge over the river and walked into the quaint Ming and Qing Dynasty towns. In the long and narrow bluestone alley, a 28-year-old girl wearing a blue floral floral dress came forward, holding a red oil paper umbrella. Her joyful face could not hide the blooming of sweet first love. . It's as if in the moonlight yesterday, the girl with two long braids was leaning against the moss-covered eaves of the alley, singing a song, closing her eyes slightly, feeling your gentle hand touching her smooth forehead, There is still some silvery glow and warm fragrance left in the braid.
I don’t know when, you lingered quietly in front of my window, quietly flowing the silver light into my study, falling on the desk, soaking a pile of poetry books on the desk, and silently The earth sprinkles in my heart. At such a moment, I drink alone and look at the moon sadly, but you are silent and only inject your clear brilliance into my cup and into my thoughts.
Your cold and melancholy face is like a mystery that can never be solved, it is so fascinating. I don’t know whether this is “falling in love with the upper floors, forcing me to express my sorrow in order to compose new lyrics”, or “I want to stop talking, but say that the weather is cold and it’s autumn”? Looking up at the sky and gazing intently at you, combing through my thoughts that are floating like smoke, I feel the lingering nostalgia in my heart, which plucks the nostalgic heartstrings of my beloved wandering world, and the fullness of my heart. The feeling of deep longing.