Expressing sadness with the moon —— Appreciation of the sad prose of the moon

Appreciation of sentimental prose about the moon Part I: Tonight, the moon is crying, the night is bright, and a bright moon is hanging in the sky. The whole family was brightly lit and the laughter was endless. And I can only wander around?

August 15, the day of family reunion, grandma held a party? Family dinner? Many relatives get together. But at that time, happiness avoided me like a plague, my ears seemed deaf, and my heart was cold. Laughter and laughter can't impact my eardrum, leaving my heart empty and sad. Helpless, let this sad soul melt in the night! Maybe darkness is its best destination.

Looking up, the sky in Wan Li is cloudless in Wan Li, and the only thing to dress it up is this bright moon. The moon, why is it symbolic? Your reunion? , is also alone? Looks like it's just you tonight. Me? Tears slipped quietly, arousing layers of waves in my heart?

My parents are in business. They are busy all the year round. It has been 1 1 year, 1 1 year, and they have never spent a Mid-Autumn Festival with me. Looking at those brothers and sisters snuggling in their parents' arms, my heart is full of longing, but I can only comfort myself again and again. My parents were forced. As long as we stick to this love, we will be together one day. ? But I've waited so long, and it's still far, far away. I'm heartbroken. I can hardly breathe?

Lingling, Lingling's ethereal cry is introduced into the eardrum. In an instant, the light gathered and the darkness in my heart dispersed. Yes, that's her. That's my grandmother. ? Why? I miss your parents. ? I looked at the night sky silently and said nothing. Suddenly a hot shoulder? Look at that. ? Look in the direction of grandma's finger ? The moon looks lonely on the surface tonight, but there are still scattered stars accompanying it. Anyway, this should make you happy, shouldn't it? I looked at my grandmother for a long time. How bright her eyes are in the moonlight! I listened, tears surging. I hugged my grandmother. ? Thank you, silent language flows in my heart.

The moon cried.

The moon is so beautiful tonight, just because it is crying?

Appreciation of sentimental prose about the moon Part II: After September, the autumnal equinox is as quiet as the moon, and the wind blows, and it feels a little cold. The sunshine is still bright, and the light that may be projected on the wall has become pale. Autumn quietly washes away the enthusiasm of the sunshine, leaving only the indifferent light. I don't know when the swallows under the eaves have flown south, leaving only the empty nest, and everything is quiet. In fact, in this world, who can accompany who from generation to generation is just to borrow a period of time and meet. We should cherish each other as soon as we meet. Just like when the swallow comes, listening to it every day, chirping in the porch, watching it, flying lightly, keeping that beautiful picture in mind, you won't bear the time of meeting in spring and summer.

When I'm free in the afternoon, I always like to overlook the promenade and look at the trees in the distance. The house is quiet in the sun. And the autumn wind blows gently, neither too hot nor too cold, which is really comfortable. Look, the sky is so blue and high, and there are big flowers, and big white clouds are floating. Only in autumn can you see such white clouds, which are beautiful and desirable. I really want to sleep in it and touch its softness, lightness, softness and fragrance. There is a breeze caressing the body, a warm fragrance of sunshine, and a dream hidden in my heart.

An inch of time and an inch of heart, an epiphyllum, a cloud, a snowflake, a dream, a dust, a bodhi, a leaf, a grass and a tree, you can't see it, Iraqis have held them in their hands.

Yu, give the blue sky and white clouds a beautiful continuous shooting.

Actually, I want someone to accompany me this afternoon. You can choose to sit under the tree and watch the mottled sunshine on the ground and a few sparrows jump around looking for food. One build what did not build chatting, one afternoon, just blowing wind and drinking tea. When the autumn wind is cool, I want to do some needlework, or embroider cross stitch, or knit a sweater, as long as someone is with me, as long as? Sitting with Iraq with a needle and thread? It was a wonderful time. Unfortunately, everyone is busy. I have to spend this autumn afternoon alone. Listen to music, read a few pages of idle books, and it will be sunset in a blink of an eye. Looking up, the sunset sprinkled the afterglow on the clouds, so the clouds were covered with pink dresses. Those pink clouds float quietly in the sky, just like a woman sprinkling a happy and shy dream on the horizon. The scenery is beautiful.

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the leaves of an ash tree on the roadside are already hanging on the branches. Trance is still yesterday, writing about its germination, flowering and fruiting. In the blink of an eye, all the leaves fell. Let nature take its course. Some things are better left to nature. I'm sad, I haven't changed at all, so I just put it down and seek a quiet world. Once, a woman let go of her soul and wanted to meet a similar soul. But when I was wandering, I lowered my eyebrows again and again and only got a tear from a cloud. If God predestined her to lead an honest and clean life, then she wouldn't pursue it again. From then on, her heart will be silent in the autumn wind, and the courtyard will be locked.

At the beginning of September, literary friends in the south sent a photo of osmanthus trees in full bloom. Watching the crowded trees in full bloom, they only felt the fragrance coming from thousands of miles away. Osmanthus fragrans has never bloomed here. But I believe in my heart that as long as I wait, one day, the fragrance will be full of branches. One day I came home late and smelled the fragrance of Guilin in the air, thinking that the osmanthus trees were in bloom. Early in the morning, I went out and saw this one. That osmanthus tree has a small bud. Although it is not in full bloom, it is already fragrant. After a day and a night, osmanthus trees are in full bloom, and the corridor is full of the fragrance of osmanthus. When I pass by on my way to and from work, I always like to stop in front of the osmanthus tree and watch it again and again. I really like this little yellow flower tree. With the company of flowers, my heart became quiet. I think, this season, if osmanthus withers, I can pick some and go back to dry them and make a sachet.

Autumn night, outside the window, crickets are chirping in the grass. The world of bugs is very simple. They just sing heartily in this season. Late at night, listening to insects, I feel calm. On the balcony, the small jasmine bloomed again, only three this time. Thank you, Jasmine. I have been with you day and night, and the flowers are overflowing. When the lights are turned off, the trees and houses outside the window seem to be covered with a layer of gauze, which is hazy and quiet. In the sky, the new moon has disappeared in the clouds. I've always liked the moon, whether it's a crescent or a long moon. I like it like moonlight, water and silk. I always feel that the moon is like a woman, graceful and quiet. Like that poem: Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. ?

Flowers are fragrant, vegetation is fragrant, and even this time there is a fragrance. Calm down, meet this fragrance and live poetically. The artistic conception of life, like a thin moon, has a cold peace. In September, a woman just wants to make the years as quiet as the moon.

Appreciation of Sentimental Prose on the Moon Part III: Crossing the Moon The moon represents my heart, which was popular in the 1970s. Later, classic or popular songs about the moon, such as The Moon in the Tenth Five-Year Plan, I'm leaving when the moon is gone, and Song of the Moon, emerged one after another.

The Chinese nation has written countless poems and songs about the moon since ancient times. Is it? The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! ? Or? The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. ? Or is it? Jade dew flows, and the autumn sky has no waves, which is clearer than the usual night, and does not hinder the swaying of Guiying. ? They are all about months and feelings, expressing the author's feelings about years and life.

In western countries, feelings for the moon are rarely expressed. They worship the sun, such as Apollo, the sun god, which is a symbol of all kindness and beauty.

In the four seasons, the moon is full and full, and the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most enviable. From ancient times to the present, many literati have been thinking about the moon after several storms and coolness. We ordinary people often look up at the bright moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Whether you are happy or sad, there is always an emotion that spreads to your body and mind. That kind of quiet yearning to the bone once made us forget the trivial and troubles in the world.

The Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, bearing countless thoughts, arrived at the other side of the heart. The same vast night sky, the same moon, in different times, people express endless feelings. From ancient times to the present, from far to near, admiration and worship, thoughts meander and flow, and finally converge into a beautiful and sad river.

It is a moon river and a river of years composed of sweet, sour and blue. The world is wandering in the river, watching the flowers disappear, and the third spring is near; Look at the full moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming; Looking at the years, life is too late.

Crossing the Moon River, the world is looking for the purest emotion in the moonlight like water. Moon River, a river that spans time, maintains the past and the future. Standing on the wide river, I looked up at the space and watched the clouds open and close. The moon was like an ever-changing face, flickering. Yue Hui, like a tassel, flows in the air, and even if it is dark, it is endowed with bright colors.

Moon River, I walked past you, did you ever stop for me? My mood is all in your image. Facts have proved that romantic streams are caused by the moon.

The moon, in a long historical and cultural tradition, has become a classic literary image after thousands of years of precipitation and tempering. People can't help but miss it when they see it, so there are countless poems about the moon. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night expresses homesickness. Zhao Wei, another poet in the Tang Dynasty, expressed his thoughts about his friends in "Ganjiang Loulao". Others use the moon to express their yearning for their lovers, such as Cao Zhi's seven-wound poem.

Crossing the Moon River, we saw the ups and downs of life, and also saw the true feelings and expectations condensed in the years. No matter where you are, we will share a blue sky. No matter where you are, forever. Thousands of miles * * * Juanjuan? . No matter how distant the future is, we always pin our hopes on the pastoral land of the moon.

Perhaps, the moon many years ago is different from the moon today. As Zhang Ailing wrote in The Golden Lock:? Thirty years ago in Shanghai, a moonlit night? We may have missed seeing the moon thirty years ago. Young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red, yellow and wet as a copper coin, like a tear on Duoyunxuan stationery, old and confused. The moon recalled by the old man thirty years ago is happier, bigger, rounder and whiter than the moon in front of him. However, after 30 years of hard work, looking back, no matter how good the moonlight is, it will be a bit bleak. ?

This description has a hint of sadness in exquisiteness. The moon is still the moon, because people are people of two worlds after their age. Young people's hearts are more about hope and future. In the hearts of the elderly, there are heavy memories and feelings. Therefore, although people see the same moon, they feel different.

The souls of one era after another are drowned in the endless years of this world. The moon came and went quietly. It witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless people's thoughts and left countless poems and songs. Crossing the Moon River, we saw all kinds of people, the years were miserable, and we also saw the years fly by, and the time was gone forever.

I have seen Lin Qingxuan's Under the Moon. The fluent words imply the author's inner light and mind. When the world looks at the moon, many people express their inner feelings from the scenery and feelings. And the author realized it from looking at the moon? When the moon reaches the celestial center, the wind comes to the water. ? Only when there is moon-like light in our hearts, that is, the moon in our hearts, can we be open-minded and achieve eternal beauty.

Rivers are thousands of miles away, and there are clouds in Wan Li. ? Even if every river has a bright moon, if we all have a bright moon in our hearts, wouldn't it be a better world and a broader and better life?

Therefore, looking at the moon and thinking about it, the ultimate destination is to let us have a bright heart and be strong in the world.

Crossing the Moon River, although it was a short encounter, let us know a lot. No matter young or old, there must be a moon of the soul in the evolution of time, and then look at the moon and think of a distant moon that will return with the wind in a fleeting time?

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