The quiet night is heavy, the moonlight is hazy, and cold light pours through the window lattice and falls on the ground. I sat by the window alone, watching the deep night sky and listening to the ethereal songs in walkman.
the rhyme is as soft as water and as beautiful as nature. Dense scattered, stack to far away.
For many sleepless nights, I was intoxicated by the wonderful music. I seldom thought about the contents expressed by this music, because they can't be expressed in words. They need your heart to feel, experience and daydream. And this free daydream is the realm that makes many poetic people sleepwalk!
Someone once said that real music is the sublimation of human love and wisdom, and it is the longing and call for the future. Music turns the subtle feelings and tortuous experience of human beings into invisible notes, which echo in the dark, touch your heart, knock your heart and even tear your soul. Make the floating dry heart calm, make the dry heart moist, and make the calm heart set off wonderful waves!
No matter in the bumpy life journey or in the noisy life, you can listen to music. If you live a weather-beaten life, music will give you sunshine. If you suppress the idea of inferiority, music will give you strength!
music, which plays in space; But you can let your heart fly with it and fly to the depths of your spiritual house. There must be wonderful music in a person's life, then his heart must be shaken and intoxicated by these music, and those emotional melodies are also melted in his soul. How can a soul permeated with beautiful music be swallowed up by sin?
When listening to music, it is inevitable to remind people of the past. In the memories of hesitation, it is the easiest to realize life, and the soul is washed and sublimated here ...
A meteor flies lightly in the night, and the moonlight flows in the air like fog ...
The sea makes me intoxicated
The boundless universe, everything turns around, and nature shows people the charm of flowers and the beauty of trees. As night falls, I stand alone in the bow, staring at the sea under the bright moon, so calm and peaceful, looking towards the distant sea, and the feeling of "a long smoke is empty, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, floating and shining, and the static shadow is heavy" swings in my chest. With open arms, in this quiet world, "the heart is vast and spacious" seems to have everything in this world. The sea makes my heart and chest open, makes my temperament flamboyant, that kind of broadness and vastness is unparalleled, and makes me deeply embedded in this whole. Time seems to be still, and everything is wonderful.
I love the surging of the sea. When I studied Lu Yan's Listening to Tides, my heart also aroused the desire to listen to Tides. I am fascinated by the vivid description of the loud noise of the sea hitting the rocks. When I stand by the sea, listening to it is like the galloping of thousands of troops and horses, and like the tidal sound of various musical instruments playing together, my joy is beyond words. At that time, although I didn't have the feeling of everything in the world, I still loved and loved the passion of the sea. This heroism made me feel that I should arouse such a lofty sentiment in my life to face everything and face challenges.
I love the power of the sea. "There are hundreds of rivers, and tolerance is great." The sea does not choose a trickle, so it becomes big. Everything in the sea comes from her "Na". Her vastness, her depth, her infinity and her long history come from her nature. From her temperament, I found love; From her words, I found profound; From her voice, I found kindness; From her body, I found fortitude. In her soul, I washed my heart; In her kindness, I learned to be tolerant; In her profound experience, I learned to be strong ...
"If the trip to the sun and the moon comes out of it; Xinghan is brilliant, if it is out of it. " The sea is vast and beautiful. On the sea, although I am just "but a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!", I still love her, and I love her swallowing the sun and the moon; Because I firmly believe that I have tempered myself in the sea and appreciated the temperament of the sea, and I also have the ability to "swallow the sun and the moon".
This is the sea that makes my heart beat and makes me intoxicated!
Flowers make me intoxicated
The spring breeze whistled loudly, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower. Overnight, like a thawing river, all the flowers came as scheduled, overwhelming. Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding up large and small cups and lamps, and singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March.
As a result, my eyes are full of all kinds of flowers, such as "the shadows of flowers in the four compartments are angry at the tide" and "thousands of flowers are pressing down the branches", and my nose is full of bright and secret fragrance, soaking in the long courtyard where "the spring rain is heartless and as light as sorrow" and the country road where "flying flowers are as light as dreams", the flowers are like a tide, and "the flowers bloom and fall for 2 days, and everyone in a city" There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, autumn chrysanthemum here, winter plum here, and the world of flowers, which is intoxicating ...
A flower is a world, and a leaf is full of flowers. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality. In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, and brevity is like her. Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally "there is no boast of what flowers fall", lost in the dust of the times. Therefore, people often feel sad that "tears ask flowers and flowers for silence, and red flies over the swing", "once the spring is over, the flowers will fall and people will die." After a thousand years, how many tears and wine should be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword are pressing each other hard", and it can only turn pale, and the fragrance is sold, and it is "smashed into mud and ground into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the withering of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Think carefully, Hua Ben is innocent. Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold the fragrance to death than fall in the north wind", and the poet's sigh is like a misty rain. After all, "flowers are similar year after year", but they seek hatred for no reason, "people are different year after year" ...
Pushing the cloud road, hiding the clouds, crossing the East China Sea, I am back, watching the spring breeze for ten miles, and the tears of fireworks float. It is to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers". When "flowers fade and flowers fly all over the sky", it is true that there are epigenetic idiots who ask: How many flowers do you know in your dreams? You can pick flowers and make a smile.
Flowers make me intoxicated ...
[Comment] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, and it is not easy to express beautiful feelings in beautiful language. However, the little author did it almost perfectly, which first benefited from her usual accumulation and mastery. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and others are handy and embellished, just right, which makes the full text full of color, from which we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions. Let's all be caring people in life, observe the world with a pair of "discerning eyes" and feel the world with an enthusiasm, and everything will become sparkling and affectionate. The article is emotional, logical and infectious.
I am intoxicated by the leisurely countryside water.
My grandmother's home is in the rural area of Suzhou, which is isolated from the noise of the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely hometown water and "Biluochun" brewed by my grandmother ...
"This is a world of water. Look at the small river in Chenxi, which runs through everything in this town, and the personnel and scenery gradually fade away in the water ..." Listen to Mr. Yu Qiuyu's story about this town.
It's summer and the scorching sun is in the sky. When I was walking, I suddenly felt the breeze attack. I followed the cool breeze and walked a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river running through the ancient water town.
everything was silent, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. Is this river like a cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a jade plate? At that time, I was shocked and didn't know how to decorate it. Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cool. Looking at it carefully, I found the reason. The red sun was in the middle of the river, and all kinds of colorful light bands were scattered on the water. The light bands seemed to be intoxicated by the clear water, and they took off the layers of burning robes. Finally, they became little spots, forming a spiral in the gentle waves, as if dancing the "eight" dance of a little bee ...
The breeze hit.
People and scenery are really in harmony at this moment. With this inspiration, I paddled my pen, let the dim sum rain dance, let my thoughts float into the sky, and let my sadness melt into the water. I gently wrote the first poem in my life-Venice in the East.
Inadvertently, a setting sun was spread into the water. Looking up, a village girl with long braids was washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds were singing softly on her head and young swallows were whispering in her ears. She gently wiped the fragrant sweat like pearls. In the distance, smoke from kitchen chimneys rises, and hazy blue bricks and white tiles are faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I wonder if I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty, or am I nostalgic for this angelic Suzhou beauty?
I don't know how many people have been intoxicated by this long rural water, and I don't know how many years of cultural heritage it has nurtured. It's dark at night, the moonlight is like water, the water is like sky, and I think quietly by the independent waterside: In this "back garden of Chinese culture", Tang Bohu and Jin Shengtan are intoxicated by the rural water, and I am still a little girl ... < P > [Brief Comment] In the examination room, it's not easy to write such lyrical prose with spiritual style. The long hometown water has aroused our homesickness. On a hot summer day, reading such cool words makes people feel like a gurgling spring flowing into their hearts. The little author is good at creating artistic conception, and the simple description makes people feel as if they are in an ancient water town in the south of the Yangtze River. With her brushwork, she is intoxicated with her soul, which is her genius.
The countryside intoxicates me
The countryside is a beautiful place, a quiet place, an uncontested place, a simple place ...
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Miss Chun brought me to a magical place, and I am so happy here. Birds sang mellow songs for me, butterflies danced for me, and frogs danced for me. Guo Guo played my beloved guitar for me, Uncle Shu brought me sweet fruits, Aunt Feng blew me flowers, Brother Bee brewed fragrant honey for me, and Brother Grass made a soft bed quilt for me ...
What is this magic? This is the magical place, the country!
what endows the countryside with magic? What makes the countryside so vibrant and attractive? It's nature, it's country people. Rural people have created this beautiful place with their rough character and friendly and kind heart. There is no cage-like apartment in the countryside, the people in the countryside don't have the intrigue mentality of urbanites, and the people in the countryside don't have the habit of pursuing luxuries deliberately ...
I love the countryside, her trees, her wild flowers, her flowing water, her wheat fields, her dewdrops, her fish jumping, her dragonflies and butterflies flying.
In the morning, following the trail of dew, facing the smell of the morning sun, smelling the fragrant fragrance, listening to the singing of birds, carrying fishing rods, coming to the clear river, sitting on a stone bench, learning to have fun with Jiang Taigong and the fish, my heart is so open and selfless, with no distractions; Riding in the footsteps of the burning sun, I set foot on the original road again, returned to my uncle's house in the countryside, and ate delicious country food, which made me feel indescribable comfortable!
The countryside is so magical, so wonderful, so energetic and so fascinating ...