Early Winter Moon

Autumn is still strong, and suddenly it is early winter, and the moon also brings the autumn warmth into the winter night sky.

It got dark early, so I went back to the dormitory in the dark after dinner. After crossing the mountain, I suddenly saw the orange and bright early winter moon over the southwest hillside. It was low and full, huge and fresh, and I felt a beautiful and friendly feeling. From the bottom of my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered in a row, and as far as the field of vision, a ridge stretches across the sky and meets the sunset; beside the fading glow, the silhouette of the mountain is like a light ink painting, and the outline of the nearby mountain is like a thick ink painting; the hillside Towards the southwest exit, the mountains open up rapidly, with undulating peaks and ridges, like a black wave, majestic under the melting moonlight; the moonlight above the hillside and nearby mountains and rivers under the moon is beautiful, giving people a sense of beauty that this month is dedicated to this place. This moonlight mountain scenery is so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, it seems that I have forgotten my own existence, leaving only a wisp of beautiful emotions, reflected in the moonlight.

Walking alone in the moonlight, I have forgotten all the things I had to think about or even worry about during the day. However, some things I had no time to take care of during the day or even had long forgotten, I will remember clearly. Such beautiful moonlight will make the treasures deep in the soul bloom, and even pain will become beautiful. But the moonlight makes me have nothing to worry about, my body and mind are relaxed, and my breathing becomes light and even, making it difficult to notice. I am like a fish that swims into the clear water to "steal the clearness", floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the clear brilliance, mooring or wandering, mesmerized.

The orange moon, the orange light, and the gentle frost floating in the orange light. In the clear night sky, I seem to feel the flow of moonlight, feel the rhythm of moonlight, and realize the interdependence of human emotions and the fluctuation of moonlight; under this soft and beautiful moonlight, as long as I concentrate and get emotional, I seem to be able to Hearing the melodious and graceful "Butterfly Lovers" and seeing the elegant and dreamlike "Swan Lake"... Could it be that the birth of these works also experienced the gestation of the moonlight, and the author's inspiration was also nourished and watered by the moonlight? Otherwise, how could these beautiful things be restored in the moonlight?

The mountains pillowed and cuddled up against each other, sleeping peacefully in the hazy moonlight. I never expected that the mountains I had passed and seen over and over again during the day would be recreated by the moonlight and look like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain crowded together and hugged each other, falling asleep. The tall and whirling crowns of pine trees and other trees are like umbrellas, clouds and catkins, like splash-ink paintings in the dark night. The mountains are breathing, the trees are breathing, the air is breathing, the night is breathing... If you gaze now, you can see the end of the world; if you listen now, you can hear the ends of the sea. The one who listens and sees is neither the ears nor the eyes, but the heart, with the help of the moonlit night.

The moonlight is like an orange and indifferent liquid, and the mountains and rivers are immersed in the moonlight, as peaceful as heaven. Alone under the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful soul accepts the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful, and the human soul should also be beautiful. What we do should be worthy of this beautiful world, worthy of this world. Beautiful moonlight; only beautiful souls can shine into the beautiful moonlight. Only people with beautiful souls dare to face this beautiful moonlight quietly alone and have peace of mind.

Thanks to life and thanks to the gift of nature, my boat of life has abandoned the noise, pollution and crowding, docked in this moonlight, and encountered this bright and dream-like scenery. I was so intoxicated by the moonlight that I even forgot when and how I entered the moonlight, and I never thought about walking out of the moonlight and this peaceful and pleasant dreamland.

In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don’t cherish it, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Don’t you see, this month has come from ancient times, experienced vicissitudes of life, experienced rise and fall, sent the wind and waves through the ages, and watched the flowers bloom and fall... The King’s Moon, the Frost Morning Moon, the Guanshan Moon, and the Red Wisp Moon are all gone! The mountains and rivers are silent, and I fall into a deep dream; people do not hesitate to see the moonlight for themselves, how should we grasp this ray of moonlight? The early winter moon hangs high in silence, and the beauty is like washing.

(I came across a reading when I was doing questions before, and I thought it was pretty good...)