Mid-Autumn Moon Garden 1 Overfilled with meditation at 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. 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. Cold and shallow, the milky way is silent. Listening to the beautiful sound of your laurel breaking through the waves, your thoughts ripple in circles, and when you come, you have a vivid direction. 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. Since ancient times, Mid-Autumn Festival always makes people feel 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 world the charm of a thousand years and send a round greeting and full blessings to distant relatives. 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 and water wet the leaves of osmanthus reeds all over Tingzhou, and the cold sand flowed with the shallow water. 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 looks up at the bright moon hopelessly tonight. The drizzle fluttered gently, the wet skirt covered the earth, and clusters of osmanthus peeped under the thick green leaves, as if the moon was invisible and could only emit fragrance to make up for this regrettable shortcoming. "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 previous years, during the golden wind season, I would climb Zheshan Mountain and climb the stairs. There is a sweet-scented osmanthus forest in the winding path, where the silver sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance to tourists without reservation, and it is free and open. 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. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose home Qiu Si is. "You can't enjoy the moon tonight, so listen to the patter of rain. Not far away, there is a pond. After scorching in the hot summer, the lotus leaves are already haggard, while the autumn bamboo is in full bloom, the rain drops are crisp and the waves shake away. " Leave the residual lotus to listen to the 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, and how many vicissitudes of life come to mind ... I couldn't invite Luan Yue tonight, but the fragrance of osmanthus and the crunchy raindrops completely compensated for the visual loss with my sense of smell and hearing. In addition, the Mid-Autumn Moon, unlike Halley's Comet, only visits the Earth once every 76 years. We will meet again next year and look forward to her. "God closed the door here, but opened a window there", I believe. It's not original, it's all during the Mid-Autumn Festival. If it is too long, there is a saying. I'm not copying how bright in the moonlight! And Ji Xianlin up there. Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone loves the moonlight in his hometown. That's probably what happened. However, if there is only one moon alone, it seems a bit lonely. Therefore, in China's ancient poems, the moon always has something as a foil, mostly mountains and water, and there are countless things like "the mountain is high and the moon is small" and "the moon reflects three pools and prints the moon". 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. Later, when I arrived in Jinan and saw the mountain, I suddenly realized that the mountain was like this! So, I watch the moon in my hometown and never touch the mountains. Just like Su Dongpo said, "The moon rises in Dongshan and lingers among 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 the eyes of my children, although I can't be as magnificent as Dongting Lake's "August Lake here", it is also quite hazy. 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 much easier to light a bonfire under an ancient willow 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 enjoy it every night and look forward to the early arrival of dusk every day. Later, I went to the pit and looked up and saw a bright moon in the clear sky, which was bright and radiant, and complemented the moon in the water. Although I don't know what poetry is, I enjoy it and something is stirring in my heart. 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. 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. When I touch them, it 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 lived in Jinan for more than ten years, stayed in Beijing for four years, returned to Jinan for one year, then lived in Europe for nearly eleven years and returned to Beijing. It has been more than forty years now. During this period, I have been to nearly 30 countries in the world and seen many moons. I have seen the moon in the beautiful Lemmon Lake in Switzerland, in the vast flat desert in Africa, in the blue sea and on the majestic mountains. These moons are wonderful, I like them very much. But as soon as I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water. In contrast, in any case, I feel that these big moons in the vast world can never compare with my beloved little moons. No matter how much Wan Li I left my hometown, my heart suddenly flew. 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 luxuriant forests and bamboos, green water flowing, and several earth mountains dotted among them. The scenery is undoubtedly wonderful. A few years ago, when I came back from Lushan, an old friend who was recuperating in Lushan came to see me. Seeing such scenery, he said generously, "Why do you want to go to Lushan Mountain when you live in such a good place?"! "It can be seen that Longrun Garden is impressive. Because there are mountains, water, trees, bamboos, flowers and birds here, every night, when the sky is full, the moonlight shines on the blue waves, rippling up and down, and the lotus fragrance overflows in the distance, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is really a scenic spot 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. Seeing homesickness on the moon has become a frequent experience for me. Nostalgia is a disease that cannot be described by pain or happiness. It includes reminiscence, disappointment, nostalgia and 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 was in the 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 melts the sea and sky into deep blue, as silent as a black man praying silently in front of the Vatican. After a while, I heard Suosuo sobbing on the tarpaulin at the stern. The misty and rainy low-pressure clouds push the coastline as narrow as a lake. The shadow along the border can't tell whether it is a mountain or a cloud, and there are traces of tears on the air and water. It is autumn again! The sound of rain, which is in a hurry and has a sparse smell, is attached to a gloomy atmosphere, but whispers in my soul's ear: "Autumn"! I was originally in a state of no joy, unable to resist such gentle infiltration, and also released Qiu Si accumulated in spring and summer, which, combined with foreign resentment at this time, produced a tender baby-"sorrow". It's already dark and the rain has stopped. However, the sobbing clouds are still hanging loosely in the sky, showing only a little pale light, which indicates that the bright moon is dressed up and waiting to open. At the same time, the smoke on the ship is being swallowed up in the vast wilderness. A long bridge is built with the scales of pythons, which goes straight to the end of the western world. In contrast with the first-class Cui Bo foam radiated from the ship, it is nostalgic for traces from the west. When the cloud curtain in the northern sky opened, a bright green star, like a newly-married maid-in-waiting, was 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 will worry about the "sparkling moon". If I see fish-scale clouds, I will be careful and happy, silently praying for the moon to bloom as soon as possible, 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 had forced me to sleep, so the moonlight was only an unrealized imagination in my mind until now. Now the sky is full of wavy clouds, which reminds me of many interesting memories in my early years-but where is my innocent childlike innocence now! Moonlight has a mysterious gravity. She can make the sea roar, and she can make the sadness surge. The breath under the moon can gather into mountains, and the tears under the moon can cultivate a hundred acres of orchids and a thousand stems of purple Lin Geng. I suspect that sadness is inherited by 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 is it that civilized education has killed my purest instinct, but because I feel the sacred sorrow and inspired my curiosity. I want to learn from Chegut Baden and dissect this mysterious "cold-eyed and tired bone". Cold wisdom is always the deadly enemy of love. They are incompatible. But on such a romantic moonlit night, it seems unreasonable to practice cold analysis! Therefore, with a change of mind, I will repeat the rapid intellectual drama, let the intoxicated tears flow naturally, listen to what music he created, let the poetic soul wander from low to low, and see what dream he found. The bright moon is in the middle of the clouds, surrounded by a yellow halo and a faint haze, which is pulled in front of her. Hundreds of undulating silver ditches on the sea whisper their syllables together. In addition, they are not affected by the clear wave field and rise and fall in the dark grave. I don't know whether it's disgust or admiration. I watched some of my emotions blend into nature, while holding a pen and paper, staring at the moonlight, trying to see the traces of Qiu Si on the ground tonight from her bright light, hoping that they can condense into the essence of noble emotions in my heart. 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 is a banyan embroidered lake. There is a drunk man and a drunk woman. There is an ancient bronze incense burner on the grass between them, burning top-grade water. The gentle and honest smoke seal and the heavy and fragrant heat are the symbols of their love. The moonlight gently leaned down from the clouds, and the water rested on the beads in front of the woman's head. In a clause upstairs, the curtains have not been put down, and several plump tung leaves are swaying on the glass. In the window, the moonlight caught a glimpse of a purple bedstead on a small mosquito bed, where an angelic child was sleeping. She crept into her body and stroked his soft eyelids and Young Peach-like cheeks for a while. She adjusted her silver fingers, straightened his forehead hair with a round navel and returned to her sea of clouds. A disappointed poet, sitting on a stone by the river, has a melancholy expression on his face. The beautiful image of his lover flows in his chest like a river, and he can't squeeze a little sweet liquid from the scum of disappointment. He opened his hands, raised his head and was at the mercy of the moonlight. He was passing by, washing his swollen eyes with lacrimal glands. He seemed to feel the comfort of a pure heart and immediately took out a pen. From the windowsill of a wooden shed facing the sea, you can see the contents of the room: a small table with half a piece of bread and some cold meat on it, leftovers from dinner, a family bible on the window, two lighted candlesticks on the stove shelf, crying, sitting next to an old woman with a wrinkled face and a bent waist, her eyes half closed, a young woman sitting on her lap crying, and her long skirt scattered on the floor. The old woman turned and looked out of the window, only to see the waves rolling in the distance and the kind moonlight embracing the honey kiss. She sighed and said to the oblique moon color in the Bible, "How desperate! Really desperate! "She is alone in her elegant library, turning off the lights together and leaning against the rattan chair by the window. Moonlight poured down from the shoulder of the east wall, trapping her whole body and conjuring up a gentle and graceful image on the tile. The ends of her two braids, her gentle lips and several tall magnolia flowers in front of the court trembled slightly in the quiet moonlight. But what was she thinking? Moonlight, can you put my dream soul on a magnolia branch three or five feet away from her? Near a mine in western Wales, there are three workers sitting in the moonlight with heavy pipes in their mouths. Everything they can think of is over, but this strange moonlight adds indescribable charm to the pine forest opposite them and the stream at the left end. Only their extremely tired eyes didn't close after work. They smoked two more pipes than usual tonight, but their faces were blackened by mine fire and coal. It shows that their hearts are fragile, and they can't hate delicate emotions, although they enjoy their channels. When the moon moved westward, they silently threw out 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 pool is as cold as a chunk of ice, iron blue. The surrounding sloping peaks are all covered with crabmeat green and protein colored rock fragments, and there is not a dwarf tree. There are some bushes by the pool, and the whole situation is like a big green bowl. Now it is full of clean Yue Hui. Very quiet. There is no smell of insects in the grass and fish jumping in the water. Only an undercurrent rattled intermittently in the gap, as if a small fire had been lit in the cathedral, which increasingly set off a state of silence and tranquility. On the surface of the iron pool, the moon leaned for a long time, repeatedly pulling up her silver cup and climbing 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, and then the "Sunset Factory" gradually moved to the left-hand side of our ship. Last night, I walked onto the deck after dinner. There was a silver wave on the right side of the ship. Its sharpness contained mysterious colors and sad expressions, which caught my attention. The ball shining with silver hangs over your head because it looks up at the bow. She is not very bright tonight: her delicate 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, the girl's light blue eyes are still squinting; The tender color reflected by the melting of spring in the white clouds on the top of the mountain contains insoluble infatuation and coquetry. Anyone with feelings in the world, as long as bathed in her light, will have an incomprehensible reaction, causing hidden inner tension. Like a string, the most subtle emotion in life, Ji Zhen's life contains noble and precious creative impulse. Sometimes, before or at the same time of mental state, the tissues of the body are shaken, which makes people feel the ice flow in the blood, the unbearable bitterness of the olfactory nerve, the surging beating of the heart, and the sudden fever and wetness of the lacrimal gland. It was the autumn moon rising in Qiu Si-sadness. Last night's moonlight was the fountain of Qiu Si. It is not only a symbol of sadness, sadness and melancholy, but also the most mysterious and natural scene in the drama of seasonal operation. It is the saddest and most subtle news in the field of poetry and art. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know whose home Qiu Si is. The China glyph has a unique charm, and the structure of several characters, I think, is purely the artist's ingenuity: it is also one of the national quintessence of our country. For example, the word "autumn" is already a beautiful font; Regret for the Past is a masterpiece in the history of writing. There is the beauty of a stone opening a lake, and the wind sweeping pine needles. The arrangement of this group of stippling paintings is simply beyond the seal of Crowe's painting, the sculpture of Michelangelo and the feeling of Chopin. Just like-to borrow a scientific metaphor-the structure of an atom, it shrinks the rotating universe into an invisible electric core; The symbols created by these thirteen strokes seem to be the purest and most accurate crystallization of the tragic phenomenon and experience of Yuzhou and life. As if crying, Wally has the secret power to urge fans. If you have Gautier's extraordinary perception, you can definitely dream that the word "sorrow" turns into a bright and green Baoyu in autumn. If you tap it with a silver mallet, it will go straight into the sky 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 is forbidden by Dande. I feel autumn when I see the moon, because the autumn window feels new sadness: people are just a bunch of fragile reflective nerves! I retell the scenery back to reality, and the autumn moon is wrapped in brocade, like a girl in a veil. Her 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, which makes people suspect that a beautiful girl sent her to the funeral. So I once said: autumn moon? I'm not looking forward to your reunion. This is the characteristic of the autumn moon. Whether she is a new sickle hanging on the edge of the sunset, an eyebrow hook competing with Huang Hunxiao, a golden bowl in the middle of the night, a silver bed between nebulae, or even a full Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how rich it is, there is always a faint haze that I can only call "sadness" in the originally clear autumn. Even if you don't have troubles, when you see these, you won't get the "gray tone", and you will gradually feel happy! Autumn moon! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? 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, the beauty of the autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral.