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Quiet summer nights with bright moonlight and clear wind always give me a feeling of tranquility and tranquility. The moonlight is as bright and clear as soft water, and the clear light flows, and the meaning is peaceful. The moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.

I like to use the moonlight to calm my mood, like water, the moonlight can be drank. Open the window and let the moonlight flow quietly on your skin. The light and elegant charm and the fresh and implicit mood naturally flow in your heart. The moonlight is like a ray of light, and my mood becomes clear and soft in the moonlight. Suddenly, all kinds of touching and beautiful things in life are vivid and vivid.

Once upon a time, I was innocent and snuggled in my grandma’s arms, counting the stars, and leisurely admiring the clear and tranquil moonlight in the countryside.

Once upon a time, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight on Jingjing campus, and realized the beauty and sadness of the passing years.

Once upon a time, I went boating with you on Taihu Lake in the watery moonlight, admiring the beautiful scenery of the world in the sound of oars and the shadow of the lights, in the reflection of the moonlight and the lake. The clear lake water and the ethereal sound of the piano made me intoxicated in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan and never knew where to go.

The shadows of flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that a beautiful lady is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying and waits under the moon in the west chamber. The guqin conveys his thoughts, and he waits for the beauty under the moon. A classic beauty. The pale moon stains the west window, and faint thoughts fill the air.

In the fleeting time, the moonlight interprets beauty in classical implicitness and modern romance, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me, so I put on my clothes and went out, walking slowly into the garden under the watery moonlight. The gardenias were bathed in the moonlight, and the flowers were cold. The condensation of dew is like a curtain of clear and distant dreams. The bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhythm, like water and moonlight passing through gently, reflecting the clear brilliance of the bright moon. All things are full and alive in the moonlight. The hustle and bustle, hesitation and hesitation of the world are all melted into this watery moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

Like water with the color of the moon, drinkable. Years go by, and you can realize it.

Stand quietly in the garden path and listen to the silence...

600-word excerpt of the beautiful article: Ink Painting Jiangnan

I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I have been immersed in the gentle feelings of the south of the Yangtze River for more than twenty years. The vicissitudes of life around Jiangnan have changed, and the stories circulating in the noise or whispers cannot be told clearly one by one, but my attachment to Jiangnan has remained unchanged for thousands of years!

Standing in the spiritual land of the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are all pure, as clear as a clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water towns, the tranquility of Jiangnan ancient towns, the depth of Jiangnan rain alleys, and the aura of Jiangnan literary heroes...

Small bridges, flowing water, and people , overflowing in the ink south of the Yangtze River, it is difficult to see the true and false, and the truth cannot be distinguished; the water-based flow has nourished the minds of many literati and heroes. Enjoy reading the south of the Yangtze River, the charm of Lingbo water, and the fragrance of calligraphy.

The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, it is playing chess leisurely under the trees, and drinking wine drunkenly among the flowers. It is a leisurely sipping of tea in the courtyard. Green water surrounds the white walls, flowers fall on the green tiles, and the meandering river sings softly in the early morning and sunset. Take a small boat to support a piece of mugwort, travel through the green mountains and green waters, and silently read the history of thousands of years of Jiangnan and the drifting of eternal tenderness. What a clear water carries are the traces and vicissitudes of the passing years.

The Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and tranquil. The stone arch bridges lean over the clear water, and are either elegant or exquisite. The worn railings bear traces of time, integrating with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, let the cool river water flow through your fingers, refreshing your heart. The clear water is full of water, and the wooden boats are leisurely. The house is built near the water and is connected to the water. Strolling in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin, and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.

In the south of the Yangtze River with light smoke and fresh water, and on the embankment with drizzle, the grass grows in spring and orioles fly, the peach is lightly dyed, insects and swallows whisper, and the spring curtains shine through. In summer, I take off my clothes lightly, get on an orchid boat alone, pick lotuses in the lotus field, smile lightly and chant, and the delicate flowers shine in the water. In the autumn, the silk rain falls on the sycamore trees, in the clear autumn the wild geese fly, and the fragrant chrysanthemums float leisurely under the eastern fence. In winter, the snow is covered with emeralds, and a thousand trees are covered with pearls. The beauty is like snow, graceful and pure.

The drizzle is beautiful in the south of the Yangtze River. It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, especially the misty rain in the spring of the south of the Yangtze River. It is like the soft words of Wu Nong, revealing the unique moisture of the water town. The rain is from the water town of the south of the Yangtze River. Spiritual energy, in the south of the Yangtze River, is full of romantic rain. The rain before and after the Lantern Festival is called Denghua Rain. Denghua Rain is often the first rain in early spring. The patter of spring rain comes, and the orioles fly, the grass grows, and the clear water sparkles. The willows are rising, the green grass is silky, the flowers are blooming, the springs are splashing, the Sanskrit sounds of the ancient temple flow among the cracks in the stones, and the air after the rain overflows with fresh fragrance. Then comes the apricot blossom rain, the pear blossom rain, and after late spring, the continuous yellow plum rain fills the south of the Yangtze River again. The sound of rain at night and the fragrance of flowers in the morning are so pure that you are deeply intoxicated, and so elegant that you don't want to leave. The drizzle wetted the plain skirt and moistened the hearts of Jiangnan women. The floral fragrance on both sleeves lightly dances with the unique charm of Jiangnan.

Because of the humid climate in Jiangnan, the women of Jiangnan have skin as smooth as snow and beautiful women as jade. "The water is like the waves in the eyes, and the mountains are like the frowning peaks of the eyebrows. I want to ask pedestrians where to go? Where the eyebrows are full." A woman like water, with bright eyes like water, smart and gentle, as elegant and refined as the fairy Lingbo. A woman from the south of the Yangtze River walks slowly on the ancient bluestone road of the town. The drizzle drizzles on the lilacs. If she holds an oil-paper umbrella and walks along the rain alley, "a screen of smoke spreads like a forest, and the light flowers and willows are boundless." The fragrance of rain curls into the bead curtain, and the clear shadow is like a dream.

The Hou Men is like the sea, with pavilions and waterside pavilions, beautiful women full of tears, water sleeves lightly brushing the strings, and an eternal rhyme flows under the snow-like jade hands, and the soft intestines turn hundreds of times. . My thoughts seem to go back in time, and I am in the lingering butterfly love that happened thousands of years ago. The gentle Liang Shanbo and his Yingtai classmate disguised themselves as men, studied hard, held candles at night, talked and laughed, and saw each other off at the age of eighteen. They wrote a touching legend of butterfly love that has echoed through the ages.

Jiangnan is a land of feng shui with countless talents and beauties. Among the four great talents in Jiangnan, the most famous is Tang Bohu. Tang Yin's unique paintings and calligraphy are among the best. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are all masters. The touching love story of Tang Bohu touching Qiuxiang has become a legend through the ages. There are countless talented women from the south of the Yangtze River, including Li Qingzhao, the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai, Liu Rushi, Dong Xiaowan, Yu Xuanji, Xue Tao, Su Xiaomei...

Ink painting of Jiangnan, all kinds of beauties are endless. Finished, thousands of colorful dots are endless. Maybe in my previous life, I was the girl from the south of the Yangtze River picking lotus, smiling in the faint fragrance of lotus, dancing like a butterfly in the ink of the south of the Yangtze River...

600-word excerpt of the beautiful article: Lilac Yuchou

In June in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains continuously. I don’t know when it started to drizzle again in the afternoon. I like to walk in this drizzle, letting my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of the soft rain. The freshness and lingering touch of drizzle make me feel natural, innocent and transparent. I like to lean alone in front of the window on such a drizzle day and watch the wind and rain. Xiaoxiao is like an elegant and elegant picture. Still hazy, thoughts flying.

The misty rain filled the air with a mood. I like to listen to lyrical music and appreciate beautiful words on drizzly days. Music can bring me a kind of purity, and words are another life for me. If you wander in the freshness and timelessness of prose, if you wander in the classics of poetry and song, enjoy your own tranquility. Thoughts gently passed through the words Ru Shui. "Blue birds don't know the foreign messages in the clouds, and the lilacs in the sky are sad in the rain." When reading such a poem, there is always a kind of graceful emotion, and a touch of sadness lightly sweeps through the heart.

The drizzle is falling, and in the haziness, I seem to see the lavender lilac flowers swaying gently in the rain. The drizzle sings in the lilac bushes, like smoke and mist, sad and pure. beautiful. The rain and mist condensed on the purple lilac flowers, making them as clear as jade. The lilac rain is so sad that the knot cannot be opened, and the feelings are like water that cannot be knotted.

The crystal tears fell quietly, and my thoughts flew into the distance like a rain of lilacs. A little sad, Yi Lian's dream flowed into my heart with the continuous rain, causing a series of ripples.

Drizzle is falling outside the window, and lyrical and poignant songs are flying inside the window:

When love cannot sympathize, when love cannot cry

It’s really hard to have a little bit of hatred in my heart

No one can make the decision and no one admits defeat

The arrogance and cruelty of love have nowhere to complain

Who doesn’t covet to care a little more

If you want love but can’t bear the hardship, don’t bully me

Even if it ends, don’t be unwilling to accept it

Zeng Once you have had it, you must be satisfied and want true blessings

I’m just sad that I can’t grow old with you

I will never have the chance to watch it again I feel your smile

Remembering your kindness makes the pain even more disturbing

Memories circle around me in my heart How much I want to escape

I’m just sad that I can’t grow old with you

I can see your smile every day

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Without someone to rely on, I am sad and no one can hold me

I can’t even wipe away my tears, you know

I hope you know my sincere blessings

As long as you live a happy life

Huang Pingguan's "Growing Old Together with You" is our favorite song. Every time I listen to it, I feel deeply in my heart! Makes me think of you deeply. I want to grow old with you so much that I can hold hands with you and watch the sunset. I want to grow old with you so much that I can listen to the rain by the window with you. I want to grow old with you so much that I can cuddle up with you...

In the hazy mist, beautiful past events are flying like lilac catkins, and what comes as promised is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like rolls of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It is still the season of drizzle. You and I met quietly from the two ends of life, at a certain midpoint, and then crossed paths again. Flowers bloom and fade, and the past is like smoke. There is still a fragrance deep in my heart, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

In the background of low music, in the inexplicable sadness, my mood also followed the sound of rain...

600-word excerpt of the beautiful article: The mood of drinking tea

On a quiet summer night, sitting alone in a quiet corner of the city. A cup of fragrant tea, a wisp of fragrance. Savor your mood in the dense fragrance of tea. . Taste life. Music permeates the air quietly, and my mood flows quietly like a stream.

The pale moon dyes the west window, and I am alone in the soft moonlight. Stay elegant and savor the eternity in the tranquility of water. Life is like a cup of tea. Although it is very light, it always has a faint fragrance. When you are leisurely, brew a pot of tea and quietly savor the past in the world of mortals, as if the environment is like water. Tasting tea is like a cup of tea. Life. Tea needs to be savored slowly, and so does life!

I really like a passage from Sanmao: The first taste of tea is as bitter as life, the second taste is as sweet as love. The third one is as light as the breeze. A short paragraph of text tells a profound philosophy of tea life. The fragrance of the poem is like the wind, the mood, and the thoughts of a dream.

Thinking about the past, the past is like smoke. The sadness of the past gradually drifts away in the breeze. The mood is like lilacs in the rain, with a touch of melancholy. Only the faint touch of purple still lingers in the dream. In fact, many times, we are experiencing many things. I didn’t deliberately taste it when I was young, but only after many years did I start to pick up the fragments of memory and savor them carefully. The taste of happiness is carved in the memories, but more of it is endless sadness. Only gently A sigh, as if I wanted to save something.

I was quietly sipping jasmine tea in my memories, staring at the scattered jasmine petals in the cup, floating up and down in the water. This unique posture changes and slowly falls into the bottom of the cup. Just because of a pot of boiling water, the jasmine tea blooms with the freshness and elegance it contains. After soaking, the jasmine flowers appear more crystal clear and pure. I seem to understand the indifference Life can have a richer and deeper connotation! I can't help but think of my favorite song "Man Ting Fang gt; gt", "Wearing a green robe, full of beauty. The wind is infinitely quiet. The moon is the most gentle and lovely. Fragrant and elegant, even after parting, I refuse to hold my sorrow. Immersed in the water, my passion turns into a secret fragrance flowing from the bottom of the cup."

Stay alone at midnight, savoring the fresh fragrance of tea. Savor the light bitterness and endless sweetness of life. Savor the rush of life and the fascination of years. Cherish the present and look forward to the future. I will burst out my most beautiful posture, condense the morning dew and gather the sunshine. Let myself work hard to grow! I You will know better how to taste the freshness and lingering of spring rain, the blazing and unrestrained summer sun, the bleak and mellow autumn wind, the cold and crystal clear winter snow. Taste different moods in different seasons!

The charm of tea brings me endless warmth and inexhaustible strength. I want to let myself perform my own wonderful performance in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of life! Savor the profound and profound life!

600-word excerpt of a beautiful article: Simplicity is a kind of happiness

I remember that one day I passed a construction site on the way home from school at noon, and there was a warm atmosphere there. Under the noon sun, a group of migrant workers digging foundations, wearing dirty and sweat-stained clothes, lay casually on the sand facing the blue sky, sleeping and not sleeping, A simple smile is the kind that comes from the depths of the soul, bright and dazzling. Suddenly I was infected by that joy. Look at those people again, they are alive and busy, they have no time to be sentimental; they love, but they don’t know how to interpret love; they are satisfied because they do not expect too much in life; they are simple, they There is no need to hide anything in front of others. They may have never discussed what happiness is, but the real happiness is indeed such a group of simple people.

Understand: The reason why you are unhappy is because you cannot live simply; in fact, don’t pursue anything deliberately, don’t ask for anything from life, and don’t give for anything. Create your own image. In fact, simplicity itself is a kind of happiness.

It’s the grass yellow season again. The mottled green all over the field disappears, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible after-song at the end of life.

I like to see the fallen leaves falling on the withered grass. ( ) The red leaves and yellow grass stems are very vivid and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the sunset in the west. Down, the somewhat desolate splendor of the slow fall reminds you of the waning white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, the warmth and touch of calmness.

After the first snowstorm in the cold winter, they will disappear from the ground and return to the embrace of Mother Earth to rest. Wait, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will wake up all their descendants.

I like to see the beauty of the green grass on the south bank of the river. The bleak winter escapes in their laughter. What tender stems of new green are there. In the cracks of the rocks, the soil On the ground, they bravely straightened their slender waists, growing inch by inch in the cold wind and rain, dyeing the embankment and the earth bit by bit, and weaving exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.

The luxuriant grass, you can’t bear to step on it, just touch it gently with your hands. It is as delicate as a baby’s skin, and the strands slide across the palm of your hand, some tiny The rhythm of life is passed from hand to heart, and people can't help but sigh in their hearts: Such a fragile plant can have such a tenacious life, and it is the first to respond to the spring breeze, attracting pink willows, bees and butterflies, and the spring scenery is bright.

I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer and the orioles fly. Caressed by the hot sunshine, the grass releases all the beauty in life. The boundless green field brings out all kinds of colors. The blooming flowers are so vivid, and the blue sky has become lower in the field of vision, as if bending down to get close to the grass.

The grass at this time is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to hand over our bodies to them with great comfort, without anxiety or worries. , surrounded by green grass, have the most relaxing dream.

Closing our eyes, the noisy aroma of green grass under the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a warm and pleasant fragrance it is. It is not as strong as various floral fragrances, nor as elegant as famous brand perfumes. It is the fragrance of ripe rice, the fragrance of cow and goat milk, and the original fragrance of nature. , is the smell of the earth, the smell of my mother’s arms.

Yes, Xiaocao, you were originally the main food of cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you transformed into white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and galloping animals. The power of China has held up every nation and country.

The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. In the dimness of time, it seems to see a generation of heroes, Genghis Khan, whipping up his horse and commanding thousands of cavalry, sweeping across the Eurasian continent, invincible. The grass created an unprecedented horseback hero.

The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and small lives? We are ordinary grassroots people, but we can also describe spring and dress the earth. When we unite weak lives, we can also change the environment and create the world.

That familiar song sounded melodiously in my heart: there is no fragrance of flowers/no height of trees/I am a grass that no one knows/never lonely / Never worry / You see my friends are all over the world...

600-word excerpt of the article: Under the Banyan Tree

* In the lonely winter, there is a monotonous yellow color everywhere. There was desolation everywhere, and even the bright and clear river in the past had lost its luster, and it was hiding under the ice and sleeping. There is a mother and daughter, exuding the warm sunshine. Below, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She smoothed her hair gently. And the gentle strands are braided into braids.

There was a smile written all over her face, and it seemed that the love in her heart could never be contained and overflowed to her mouth. It flows to the corner of the eyes and spins into long. Braids. The sun kissed the long hair, which seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, shining with an erratic brilliance. The daughter snuggled in her mother's arms obediently, kept talking, and made her mother smile knowingly from time to time. The sweet affection melted the coldness of winter and made the bleak winter scenery spin out with the beauty of spring.

*It started to snow in the evening, and then it didn’t stop all night. Snowflakes fell softly on the black and mottled beehives. The bees are sleeping. Inside the delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it looks like a secret letter sealed with wax. Or like refined particles of pure gold, treasured by a rich king. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living creatures and have life. Their dreams are the sweetest under the sky. The milkvetch and rapeseed flowers in the south, and the sophora japonica, jujube flower, and vitex in the north have withered and bloomed again. But I don’t know if there will be any trace of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly to the sound of snow, it will smell a scent from the sky, holy and magical. It's a pity that no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers of the world have exhausted them.

*In the years of poverty, people can also feel some profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice. Pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, sit in front of the "huding" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savor the aroma of lard rice. Every grain of rice is full of the aroma of happiness.

It turns out that the happiness of life does not lie in a person’s environment, status, or material things that a person can enjoy, but in how the human mind corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their own happiness, the rich have their own happiness, the powerful and powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. In life, everyone laughs and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. This is the true appearance of the human world.

*When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a dispersion of floral fragrance, lasting , enthusiastic, and extending to oneself and others. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth that emanates from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a line of tired footsteps in the spiritual world and a heart that has been indifferent. Then, the person who has received love will light a match in his heart. A warmth. To illuminate another heart, even though it is so weak sometimes.

*If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, allowing the stringers to see the most beautiful colors in the world. How important you are to the children.

No matter how small and humble you are. You can also compose the fairy tale of life and create the miracle of life in your own world. Maybe. It is because of you that the world has added color. You have to bravely say to yourself: "I am important, I am a scenery."

*Smile With. To sing the song of life. Tears should be shed for the sorrow of others; kindness should be shed for kind hearts; sympathy should be given to the poverty of the poor; care should be given to warm the desolation of the widowed and lonely.

*Death, disease, injury, injustice...these have already existed. Moreover, dramas in their name are being performed in this world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry with sadness, but were soon forgotten; some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with righteous indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting. All of this is just because they happened to others and were too far away from "my world"; our feelings cooled in the air. Solidification, falling!

No matter how humble your life is, you have to live facing it, don't avoid it, let alone curse it with bad words. It's not as bad as you are. When you are the richest, you appear to be the poorest. People who love to find shortcomings will find them even in heaven.

You have to love your life despite its poverty. Even in a workhouse you have moments of joy, joy, and glory. The setting sun reflected on the windows of the almshouse was as bright as on the windows of a rich man's house; in front of the door, the snow melted in early spring. I only see that a calm person can live as contentedly and as happily thinking there as in a palace. It seems to me that the poor in the towns tend to lead the most independent and unruly lives. Maybe because they are great, they deserve it. Most people think that they are detached and do not rely on towns to support them; but in fact they often use unfair means to deal with life. They are not detached at all, but rather dishonorable. Treat poverty like a flower in the garden and cultivate it like a saint! Don't bother yourself with new tricks, whether it's new friends or new clothes. Find the old one and go back there. Nothing remains the same, we are the ones changing. You can sell your clothes, but keep your thoughts.