Beautiful scenery, bad feng shui

Beautiful scenery, always between dreams and waking, the sun doesn't know much about health. As long as you come out, you will always have a round face and a heartless smile. People don't hate it when it laughs moderately, flowers bloom vigorously and crops grow gratifying; And sometimes it is too enthusiastic, causing a drought in the world. Farmers will think it is merciless and add a few curses to it. It seems too bright, not good. As for the moon, it has a way of practicing. When it is perfect, it is perfect, and when it is insufficient, it is insufficient. Its perfection is always bought by big losses and small losses. Therefore, loss is not necessarily a bad thing, it is often to save energy for brilliant moments.

At night in my hometown, a book and a glass of homemade Schisandra juice will bring me a solid sleep. But on the day of the full moon, the situation is very different. Through the moonlight of the window, I will take out my master's demeanor and enter the back of the house, naked and lying on my back in the empty position beside me. It lay uneasily, beating and flashing, then reached out and stroked my eyelashes, sending rays of moonlight into my eyes; Rubbed his nose for a while, and then sent Yuet Hua's wheatgrass in. I can only sleep and wake up after being stirred by moonlight.

Moonlight is different from moonlight. The moonlight in spring seems to be green, with an unspeakable tenderness; What about the moonlight in summer? Very full, very full. It seems that you can condense into grease at your fingertips when you scratch it. The moonlight in autumn washes away the temperament of lead China, which is serene and calm, like the sound of guqin, long and quiet; Although the moonlight in winter is thin and white, the situation is different after it falls in the snow. The moonlight in the snow is fresh and bright, like a newly printed New Year picture. So enjoy the moon in winter and stand by the window. Looking at the strange light emitted by moonlight after parking in the snow, you will feel that snow and moonlight are the best fairy couples in the world. Comparatively speaking, the moonlight at the turn of winter and spring is nothing particularly touching. Snow will not melt and grass will not grow. The moonlight at this time also gives people a feeling of hesitation and retreat.

April this year 10, full moon, weekend. Relatives in my hometown got together and cooked several dishes with unique flavor. We had a good time drinking and chatting. After dinner, when I returned to my residence, the moon had already risen. I turned off the light and went to sleep before the full moon. Come around three o'clock in the morning. I woke up with thirst. There is usually a cup of boiled water on the small book table beside the bed. The room seems to be lit up. When I got up to get the cup, I found that the wall of the cup was shaking like a branch of the Spring Festival. I think moonlight likes glass so much that I began to paint on it. After drinking the glass of water touched by moonlight, it was very enjoyable. The moment I went back to bed, I looked out of the window intentionally or unintentionally, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of me: Oh, my God, how did the moon fall into the bushes? The bright moon I have seen is either jumping on the top of the mountain at sunrise or hanging high in the middle of the night. I have never seen the moon perch in the forest. Maybe the moon that walked all night is not so bright, it looks furry, more like a lamp hanging in the treetops. Those trees that haven't sprouted were bleak, but the moon caught in the forest reflected them brightly, as if the trees were rejuvenated overnight.

Seeing such a moon, how can you go back to bed without being surprised by beauty? Although I went to sleep, I often woke up after sleeping for twenty or thirty minutes, thinking about something. As long as you open your eyes, you will look out of the window in the darkness-ah, the moon is still in the Woods, only lower. Go to sleep, wake up, and watch. I wonder how many times the cycle has been repeated. The moon finally sank into the woodland, from a lamp to a bonfire. This is the last impression of the moon that night.

When I woke up completely the next day, it was already dawn. The mountain outside the window, there is no sacred scene at the full moon. Trees that have experienced all the snow but have not turned green look so monotonous. Although I can't find the trace of the moon, I know it left a gap because of the fierce burning last night, and I don't know where to heal. Because I burned too selflessly and moved my vitality, no matter how I recuperate, I will lose money bit by bit in the next half month. When it withers into a crescent moon, it will really recover bit by bit and fill the lost place. After it is completed, it will not burn because of repeated losses. Because the moon knows that without burning, there is no ash; Ashes are indispensable nutrients for life.

How could I have thought that in the worst moon viewing season in memory, I saw the moon thrown into the earth by God? At that moment, the moon undoubtedly became a lamp shared by all families. If I am fully awake, such a view will not be amazing even if it enters my eyes. It is precisely because everything I see is between dawn and night, between waking up, that the moon is beautiful.