Mid-autumn beauty

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Beyond the silent night, you come from a distant dream.

At that time, I was standing on the high balcony, holding a cup of fragrant tea, waiting for you quietly.

I looked down at a piece of fragrant tea and accidentally saw you slide into that light cup. I quickly raised my head to meet you. At that moment, my eyes were completely caught by you.

Your delicate and cold face emerged from the mirror, and your clear and bright eyes penetrated my sadness and lit up my heart. I smell the white fragrance of osmanthus.

Never have a pair of hands been pressed like you. When your cold fingers gently caressed me from my heart, my countless incomplete expectations instantly turned into a blue lotus, blooming in my waveless heart lake, pure, elegant and crystal clear as jade.

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On chaotic days, I always long for a refreshing breeze to bathe; My messy thoughts are always longing for a cool and bright cleaning.

Give you peace of mind. Tonight, I will shake off all the repressed emotions in front of you, let the golden wind blow away the dust above, spread out twelve spiritual practices for you, and wait for your ethereal dust to be clear.

Feel your temperature, listen to your footsteps walking through the fragrant flowers and rhythmically coming from the cold and shallow lotus pond. Suddenly, the world became cool.

Time passes in silence, and in illusion, I seem to see a faint soul slowly shed its dusty shell and become a holy white lotus forever, graceful and colorful in the empty and clean starry sky.

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Cold and shallow, the milky way is silent. Listening to the beautiful sound of your laurel breaking the waves, your thoughts ripple, vividly indicating the direction you came.

Are you from the loess high slope filled with the fragrance of soil? Did you come out of that hut where the candlelight flickered all night? Did you come up with that simple note with light pen and ink and frivolous feelings?

If so, the flavor of loess must be full of seasonal affection, otherwise, it will not be so strong; If so, the candlelight at night must be full of romance, otherwise, it will not be so gorgeous; If so, the ink note must be folded with layers of thoughts, otherwise it wouldn't be so thick.

Let a boat continue to extradite, and I will shake the oar of listening repeatedly, so that my sensitive ears will gradually approach, whispering and thinking deeply and shallowly.

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Affectionate since ancient times, Mid-Autumn Festival always makes people sad and excited, and you always broadcast the language and notes of tears and laughter.

A bank of green willows hides jade, and half a pool is fragrant. You move slowly and draw a round of perfection that people expect in unremitting reincarnation.

A round of jade through the ages, you must love it. How many stories are born of you, and how many emotions are born of you. There is your jade shadow on the palace axis; Bamboo slips, with your clear voice; In the desert battlefield, there is your ambition; In the alley, there is your whisper. Tears splashed with flowers and birds sang; The glass has been soaked, and the golden harp has been touched. The loving mother looks forward to it, and the wanderers count it; Looking at people, thinking about women crying.

Strolling through Tang poetry, the spring breeze warms your charm; Walking through Song Ci, autumn rain soaked your melancholy thoughts. But you are always waiting for a belief, persistent and loyal, pure and clean, take your own path calmly, leave yourself a loneliness and others a light.

Tonight, you won't feel sad. With a classic, dignified and virtuous beauty, you show the charm of the Millennium to the world and send a round greeting and full blessing to your distant relatives.

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I look up at your faint eyes, and you look down at my full mind; I bowed my head and picked up your jade fragrance, but you playfully slipped away from my fingertips.

Taste like poetry, there will always be endless feelings; It's always interesting to look at your photos.

Life is so happy, faint fragrant tea seems to lack some romance. Fill the bottle with wine, let the red liquid soak your smooth face like blood, and I look for flat and graceful lines in your shyness.

Gentle as water, ritual as a dream. Tonight, listening to your swaying music and reading the colorful images in front of your flowers, what could be happier than your arrival?

In mid-June, you dance with wide sleeves, and thousands of osmanthus flowers are elegant. In the sky full of wine, you wrote beautiful poems and melodious music for me with bundles of silver thoughts. I understand that perfection is the paradise of life and happiness is the friend of the soul.

Tonight, with a sincere heart, I will watch you float back. I will plant your name in my heart and cultivate a more vivid and complete Mid-Autumn Festival next year in sweetness.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the rain wet osmanthus.

Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow. Twenty years have passed, South Tower. Liu Xia's mooring is still unstable. How long can it last? It's Mid-Autumn Festival again.

The yellow crane broke the stone head. Has anyone been there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. Want to buy osmanthus with wine, but it doesn't look like a youth tour?

-Song Liuguo

There is no hope of looking up at the bright moon tonight. The drizzle fluttered gently, the wet skirt covered the earth, and clusters of sweet-scented osmanthus peeped under the thick green leaves, as if the bright moon was invisible, and it could only send out fragrance to make up for this regret. "There is no light in the full moon, and Chang 'e in the cloud is also sad. Tears make the osmanthus rain cool and the breeze fragrant. "

In the golden wind season of previous years, I would climb Zheshan Mountain and stairs. There is a sweet-scented osmanthus forest in the winding path. The silver sweet-scented osmanthus here is fragrant to tourists without reservation, and it is free to invite pets and kitsch. To spoil everyone's fun, there are always a few people who secretly pick a lot and take them home in plastic bags. Didn't you say "flowers should be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers"? That only encourages us to seize fleeting opportunities and cherish youth and life. Fortunately, most tourists scoff at this behavior, so as to keep a strong fragrance.

I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in a foreign land this year. Fortunately, there is also a osmanthus forest near the residence, and you can smell it without enjoying the moon. After dinner, I followed the fragrance. In the neon autumn rain, the osmanthus flowers there are blooming brightly and tourists are in an endless stream. Is it as full of expectations as I am? Osmanthus fragrans is a symbol of nobility, chastity, honor, friendship and good luck. Those who succeed in official career are called "laurels". After the Han and Jin Dynasties, people began to associate osmanthus with the moon, weaving many beautiful legends such as the Moon Palace and the land where Wu Gang cut laurel, so it was also called "Gui". Therefore, the moon is also called "Ghost Palace" and "Ghost Woman". The myth of "Moon Palace Fairy" has given the world endless reverie. In the long historical development process, Osmanthus fragrans has formed profound cultural connotations and distinctive national characteristics.

When I enjoyed Guangxi in Manjuelong, Hangzhou, I was deeply attracted by its purity and rich characteristics. Clear can be cleansed, thick can be far-reaching, so it has the reputation of "nine-mile"; Yellow flowers are as thin as millet, so they are also called "golden millet". Will she be as lovely and beautiful in the north as her sisters in the south?

The rain seems to be still floating, "flying freely is as light as a dream, and endless rain is as thin as sorrow." The thin rain curtain is wrapped in a thick fragrance and stained with ethereal water vapor, which makes your sense of smell sharp. Take a deep breath, the fragrance that is difficult to distinguish on weekdays naturally enters the nasal cavity at this moment, hitting the mucosa, and after some chemical reactions, it is intoxicating and lingering. Just like chocolate wrapped in shredded coconut, your taste buds will have a new feeling.

Johann strauss's "Viennese Forest" waltz is played in a portable mp3 player. I seem to be walking on the winding stone road, when suddenly a light carriage came to me quickly and the driver invited me to get on. With a loud cry, the sound of horses' hooves hit the pebbles, sparking everywhere. The car went straight to the depths of the forest and drifted away ... In a trance, Shu Xian led the way to a palace like the Jade Palace. The unloaded hostess is probably Chang 'e, her. Maid holding a bottle of osmanthus wine (why not WU GANG? ), advised me to drink off, I can't get rid of it. I was so drunk that I was soon drunk in the palace. When I woke up, "there was no stunning shadow on the bridge, and my string was broken."

"Atrium Bai Shu habitat crow, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus. The moon is full tonight, and I don't know who Qiu Si is. " You can't enjoy the moon tonight, just listen to the rain. Not far away, there is a pond. After scorching in the hot summer, the lotus leaves have long been haggard, while the autumn bamboo is in full bloom, the rain is crisp and the waves are swaying far away. "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain", "From now on, if it rains, you must remember to listen to the rustling leaves". With the ticking of raindrops, how many young expectations, how many youthful glories, how many vicissitudes of life memories come to mind. ...

I didn't invite the moon tonight, but the fragrance of osmanthus and the crisp sound of rain completely compensated for the visual loss with the sense of smell and hearing. In addition, the Mid-Autumn Moon, unlike Halley's Comet, only visits the Earth once every 76 years. Let's meet and look forward to her next year. "God closed a door here, but opened a window there", I believe.

Not original, is it?

But they are all beautiful essays in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

All of the above are segmented.

If it is too long, there is another one.

For the record, I didn't copy the above.

How bright the moonlight is at home!

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Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone likes the moonlight in his hometown. Things may just be

Here's the thing.

However, if there is only one moon alone, it seems a bit lonely. Therefore, in China's ancient poems, the moon

There is always something to set off, mostly mountains and water, and something like "the mountain is high and the moon is small" and "the moon is reflected in three pools" cannot be done.

Victory.

My hometown is on the great plain in northwest Shandong. I never saw a mountain when I was a child. What is Fuchiyama?

I once imagined that the mountain was probably a round and thick pillar, standing tall and imposing. I can't see you until Jinan.

When I got to the mountain, I suddenly realized that the mountain was like this! So, I watch the moon in my hometown and never touch the mountains. Su Xiang

Dongpo said that "the moon rises in Dongshan and lingers between bullfights", which is completely beyond my imagination.

As for water, there is a lot of water in my hometown. Several large pits account for more than half of the village area. In this child of mine,

Dongting Lake in front of us is not as majestic as "the lake here in August", but it is also quite misty. reach

In summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground near the pit in the yard and counted the stars in the sky. Sometimes it is lit under the ancient willow.

It is much easier to make a bonfire and then shake it on the tree to let cicadas fly down in groups than to stick it with chewed wheat grains during the day. I

I enjoy it every night and look forward to the early arrival of dusk every day.

Later, I went to the pit and looked up to see a bright moon in the clear sky, clear and full of the moon in the water.

Set each other off and become interesting. Although I don't know what poetry is, I enjoy it and something is budding in my heart.

Move it. Sometimes I play by the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. In my dream, I saw two moons stacked together, and the clear light was more crystal clear.

Clearly the next morning, I got up and went to the reeds beside the pit to pick up the eggs laid by ducks. I flashed in vain and put my hand into the water.

, a touch is an egg. At this time, I am happier.

I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and wandered around the world. I have lived in Jinan for more than ten years and stayed in Beijing for four years.

Now, I went back to Jinan for another year, then lived in Europe for nearly eleven years, and then returned to Beijing. Now I am forty years old.

Over the years. During this period, I have been to nearly 30 countries in the world and seen many moons. In the landscape

Charming Lake Lyman, Switzerland, on the flat beach in the vast African desert, in the blue sea, in the majestic.

I have seen the moon on the majestic mountain. It should be said that these moons are wonderful and I like them very much. but

Yes, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water. In contrast, no matter

Anyway, I feel that these big moons in the vast world can never compare with my beloved little moons. Whether I leave me or not

How much Wan Li is my hometown? My heart flew at once. My little moon, I will never forget you!

I am very old now, and the Longrun Garden where I live is Yanyuan Resort. To exaggerate, there are lush forests and bamboos here, which are green.

The water circulates, and there are several earth mountains dotted with it. The scenery is undoubtedly wonderful. A few years ago, I came back from Lushan to recuperate.

An old friend who was recuperating in Lushan came to see me. Seeing such scenery, he said generously, "The place where you live is really good."

Fang, what are you doing in Lushan? "Visible LangRunYuan impressive. Since there are mountains, water, trees and bamboo here.

There are flowers and birds. Every night, when the sky is full, the moon shines on the blue waves, and the sky rises and falls, looking at several hectares.

Moreover, the lotus fragrance overflows in the distance, and the birds are singing quietly. It's really a place to enjoy the moon. The wonders of moonlight in the lotus pond are right outside my window.

No matter who comes here, can you still enjoy it regardless?

However, whenever I value such beautiful scenery, I still think of the ordinary little moon in my hometown Weikeng. See the moon

Homesickness has become a common experience for me. Nostalgia is a disease that can neither be described as pain nor happiness, including reminiscence, disappointment and happiness.

Nostalgia, regret. Time flies, and time will never come again. There is sweetness in bitterness.

How bright the moonlight is at home! When can I see the moonlight in my hometown again? I looked at the southern sky and my heart flew to my hometown.

Qiu Si in the Indian Ocean

Mid-Autumn Festival last night. At dusk, a large curtain of mica screen hangs in the western sky, which hides the light tide of the sunset and blends the sea and the sky.

Dark blue, as silent as black, Ni prayed silently in front of the Holy See. After a while, I heard the cable sobbing on the tarpaulin at the stern.

In recent years, misty and rainy low-pressure clouds have made the coastline as narrow as a lake, and the shadows along the border can't recognize the mountains.

It's a cloud, but there are traces of tears in the air and water.

It is autumn again! Rain in a hurry, with a scattered and sparse smell, attached to a gloomy atmosphere, just in

My soul whispers, "Autumn"! My original unhappy mood, unable to resist such gentle infiltration, has also opened up.

Let go of Qiu Si accumulated in spring and summer, and combine with foreign resentment at this time to produce a weak baby-"sorrow".

It's already dark and the rain has stopped. But just sobbing clouds, still loosely hanging in the sky, only show some pallor.

The dim light of the moon indicates that the moon is fully dressed and waiting to be opened. At the same time, the smoke on the ship was suffocating in the vast gray, and it was built into a building.

The python-scale long bridge goes straight to the west and the end of the world, which is in contrast with the first-class Cui Bo bubble radiated by the ship and misses the traces of the west.

Track.

There is a bright star in the cloud curtain in the northern sky. She likes to pry first, like a newly-married maid-in-waiting.

All dressed up. But the bride still lingers.

When I was a child, every Mid-Autumn Festival night, I sat outside the window waiting to see the "moonlight". If there are clouds in the sky, I

Only worried about the "sparkling moon". If I see a fish-scale cloud, I will care happily and pray silently for the moon.

Flowers bloom quickly, because I often hear people say that as long as there are "corrugated" clouds, there will be moonlight; But before the moonlight shone, my mother

Dear has forced me to go to bed, so Yuehua is only an unrealized imagination in my mind until now.

Now the sky is full of wavy clouds, which suddenly brings back many interesting memories of my early years-but my purity.

Childlike heart, where is it now!

Moonlight has a mysterious gravity. She can make the sea roar, and she can make the sadness surge. Under the moon, we can get together.

Tears of love under the moon can cultivate a hundred acres of orchids and a thousand purple Lin Geng. I suspect that sadness is inherited from human beings.

Otherwise, why do we sometimes cry when we don't know the sadness for several years?

But I didn't cry tonight. It's not that there are no tears to shed, nor that civilized education has killed my purest instinct, but

In order to feel the sacred sorrow, I was excited by the curiosity of understanding and wanted to learn from Chegucht Baden and dissect this mysterious "eye".

Cold bones are tired. "Cold wisdom is always the sworn enemy of love. They are incompatible.

But on such a romantic moonlit night, it seems unreasonable to practice cold analysis! So when I changed my mind,

Repetition will lead to a rapid intellectual drama, let the intoxicated tears flow naturally, listen to what music he creates, and let the poetic soul overflow.

What dream did he find from his lower back?

The bright moon is in the middle of the clouds, surrounded by a yellow halo, and waves of light haze are pulled in front of her. sea

Hundreds of undulating silver ditches, together with their syllables, are undulating in the dark grave except for the clear wave domain.

I don't know whether it's resentment or admiration.

I watched some of my emotions turn into natural phenomena, while holding a pen and paper, staring at the moonlight and thinking.

From her bright light, I can see Qiu Si's traces on the ground tonight, hoping that they can condense into noble feelings in my heart.

Elite. Because she is smart and agile, she travels all over the world tonight. Which human feud does not pass through her eyes?

There is a small village on the Ganges River in India. Outside the village, there are two lovers sitting by a lake embroidered with banyan trees.

Drunk men and women, there is an ancient bronze incense burner on the grass, burning top-grade water and gentle smoke marks.

The thick and fragrant heat is a symbol of their love. Moonlight came down from the clouds and fell on the beads in front of the woman's head.

At the end of the watery cigarette, I printed a kind kiss, basked slightly, boarded her cloud boat again and again, and sailed forward.

In a clause upstairs, the curtains have not been put down, and a few plump tung leaves are swaying on the glass, and the moonlight catches a glimpse of them.

In a purple gauze tent, on a mosquito bed by the window, an angel-like child fell asleep peacefully. She crept into her body and warmed up in front of him.

Soft eyelids, like Young Peach's cheek, touched for a while. And put her silver finger on his umbilical round forehead hair,

She returned to her sea of clouds with a little sadness.

A frustrated poet, sitting on a stone by the river, with a melancholy expression on his face and the beautiful image of his lover.

His chest flows like a river, and he can't squeeze a little sweetness from the scum of disappointment. He opened his hands and looked up.

Let the benevolent moonlight passing by at that time bathe his swollen eyes with tear glands, and he seems to feel the comfort of clearing his heart.

Immediately took out a pen and wrote on the white skirt:

Moonlight,

You are the wet nurse of a disappointed child!

From the windowsill of a wooden shed facing the sea, you can see what is in the room: a small table with half a piece of bread and some cold meat on it.

For the rest of dinner, a family bible was opened in the window, and two lighted candlesticks on the fireplace were crying.

Sitting next to an old woman with a wrinkled face and a hunchback, with her eyes half closed, she fell on a young woman who was crying on her lap.

Our long skirts are scattered on the floor, like a big Hua Die. The old woman turned and looked out of the window, only to see the waves rolling and kind.

Moonlight hugs honey kisses, and she sighs at the moonlight slanting on the Bible:

"Really desperate! Really desperate! "

She was alone in her elegant library, turning off the lights together, leaning against the rattan chair by the window, and the moonlight shone from the east wall.

Pour down, cage her whole body, conjure up a gentle and graceful beautiful image on the ceramic tile, and her two braids are slightly.

Lotus's charming lips and several tall magnolia trees in front of the court all trembled slightly in the quiet moonlight. She added a sigh and spit out one

Fragrant, not only the neighboring flowers and plants, but also the moon smelled it, and could not help but be fascinated by it. There are several natural and wonderful whirlpools on her cheeks.

The day was not perfect: she lost weight. But what was she thinking? Moonlight, can you take my dream soul and leave her for three or five days?

At the foot of the magnolia flower branch.

Near a mine in western Wales, there are three workers sitting in the moonlight with heavy pipes in their mouths. he

The children have said everything they can think of, but this strange moon color adds color to the pine forest opposite them and the stream on the left.

Words are more charming than words, but their tired eyes don't close after work, and they smoke more than usual tonight.

I smoked two pipes of cigarettes, blackened by mine fire and coal. Show their spiritual weakness and have fun in their pipes.

In addition, although the sound of the autumn moon stings, there can be no aversion to delicacy. When the moon moves west, they jump silently.

Out of a bucket of ash, got up and went into the house and went to bed. Moonlight drifted in from behind the house and saw them all asleep;

Even if they have dreams, they are just the scenery inside and outside the mine!

Moonlight crosses the Irish Strait, climbs to the peak of Dover Forest in Shanghai, and faces the silent red pool. The swimming pool is frozen like water.

A chunk of ice, iron blue. The surrounding sloping peaks are covered with crabmeat-green and protein-colored rock fragments, a dwarf tree.

None of them. There are some bushes by the pool, and the whole situation is like a big green bowl. Now Yue Hui is clean everywhere, and it's very quiet.

Grass doesn't smell insects, water doesn't smell fish jumping; Only a stream hidden in a crack makes intermittent sounds, like a building.

A small fire was lit in the cathedral, which more and more contrasted the state of silence and tranquility. The moon is on the iron pool, and she is half tired.

At noon, she repeatedly pulled up the silver pot and climbed over the mountains.

After the ship left Singapore yesterday, the direction changed from due east to northeast, so the stern of the ship was facing the sunset a few days ago. Since then,

The "Sunset Factory" gradually moved to the left-hand side of our ship.

Last night, when I stepped onto the deck after dinner, there was a silver wave on the right side of the ship, which was sharp and mysterious, making people sad.

Expression, caught my attention. The ball shining with silver hangs over your head because it looks up at the bow. She's tonight

Not very bright: her delicate and round face seems to be lightly covered with a layer of lotus root gray gauze; There is a sad tone;

Slightly stained with a few drops of tears. She is not very bright, but in her pure and gentle light, she is still like a girl's light blue.

Glanced sideways at his eyes; The tender color reflected by the white clouds on the top of the mountain in the spring is unique in the world, with an indissoluble infatuation and coquetry.

A person with feelings, as long as bathed in her youthful brilliance, will have an incomprehensible reaction and cause a hidden inner state of mind.

Tension in the world, like a string, is the most subtle emotion in life, which is created by noble and precious life.

Impulse. Sometimes, before or at the same time of mental state, the tissues of the body are shaken, which makes people feel the ice flowing in the blood.

Flow, olfactory nerve is difficult to suppress, including turbulent beating, sudden heat, lacrimal gland wetting. It was the rise of Qiu Si in the autumn moon.

-Worried.

Last night's moonlight was the fountain of Qiu Si. It is not only a symbol of sadness, sadness and resentment, but also a symbol of seasonal operation.

The most mysterious and natural scene in Wei drama is the most desolate and subtle news in the field of poetry art.

I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know whose home Qiu Si is.

China glyph has a unique charm and the structure of several words, which I think is purely the artist's originality: it also

It is one of the quintessence of our country. For example, the word "autumn" is already a beautiful font; The word "sorrow" is written even more.

There are several famous works in history; There is the beauty of the lake blooming and the wind sweeping the pine needles. The configuration of this group of stippling is simply through Koro.

The seal of painting, the carved GUI of Tommy Langchiro, Chopin's sense of god; Like-to use a scientific metaphor-atoms

Structure, shrinking the strength of the rotating universe into an invisible electric nucleus; The symbols of these thirteen strokes seem to be in.

The tragic phenomenon and experience of Zhou He's life, such as weeping, condensed into the purest and most accurate crystallization, and Wally discovered the secret of urging fans.

Force. If you have Gautier's extraordinary perception, you can definitely dream that the word "sadness" turns into a dark green autumn glow.

Colorful Baoyu, if you knock it with a silver hammer, will rise like an electric snake that spits silver.

I don't look at the moon for autumn, let alone visit it for new worries. Deliberately immersed in a sad life, yes

Dande banned it. I feel autumn when I see the moon, and I feel new sadness because of the autumn window: people are a bunch of fragile reflections.

Nerve!

I repeatedly brought the scenery back to reality, and the autumn moon was wrapped in brocade, like a girl in fine gauze, her group

The round and clear appearance looks like a bride, but at the same time, the color of her power string is lotus root ash, and her stumbling heel hides traces of tears.

It also makes people suspect that it is the beautiful girl who was buried. So I once said:

Autumn moon?

I'm not looking forward to your reunion.

This is the characteristic of the autumn moon, whether it is a new sickle hanging on the edge of the sunset or an eyebrow hook competing with "Huang Hunxiao"

In the dark, there is no golden bowl, no silver bed between nebulae, or even a complete Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how rich it is, it is always at the beginning.

In the clear autumn, I can only call it "sad haze" and "sad ether" although

You used to be carefree, but when you see this, you can't get infected with that "gray tone" and get excited gradually!

Autumn moon!

Who can afford a silver fingertip?

Romantic scratch and climb!

I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but you can't help her touching it with one finger and sobbing there! That's it:

Boring clouds,

Beautiful autumn moon,

Smoke warms the heart and cold eyes,

Put on your light clothes coldly,

Involved

Get married.