How to write the feeling after the tea party?

When people are quiet, brush away the noise of the day, sit quietly in the soft light, brew a cup of faint green tea, play an elegant music, pick up a book of poetry at hand, and let your eyes leisurely follow the poem through the Millennium dream; In the floating state, I let my heart wander in the sea of distant poems in the night wind ... reading "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of green tapestries hang down", my eyes are full of willow trees swaying like jasper carving, so I planted the hope of a tree in the fertile field of poetry. Tasting "the lotus leaf in the sky is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower in the sun is different red", a lush green is venting the exuberance of life; A gorgeous lotus, like Xia Xia, gives vent to the joy of Xia Yue. So I planted a pool of thoughts in the quiet lotus pond. Singing "autumn has been sad since ancient times, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane paddles on the clear clouds, it brings poetry to the blue sky, and surging thoughts gallop with the poetry in the clear sky of Wan Li where white clouds float like wild horses. For me, I have gained lofty sentiments all over the sky on the crisp autumn clouds. Appreciating "Snow comes late in spring, so wearing a tree is a flying flower", I was amazed that Chun Xue, who is wearing a tree and flying flowers, was like a naughty child, hurriedly giving people the breath of spring. So I realized generosity and optimism in the snow. Reminiscent of "moonlight in the pine forest", the window of the soul opens. As a result, a bright moon rises from the delicate and graceful heart, and the blurred eyes quietly cross the tunnel of time with elegant poems and stay in the elegant forest of "crystal stone in the mountain stream". I see, reading poetry in a quiet night is an atmosphere. Playing "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence" suddenly opened up. As a result, a spring breeze blew gently from the book, and my wandering thoughts turned into a wonderful picture with the yellowed poem pages, which permeated the forest path of "leisurely seeing Nanshan". I see, it doesn't matter to taste poetry on a quiet night. Poetry, like a trickle, brings me into a wonderful world with endless picturesque ideas. The misty eyes saw two "Chai Feng" on the movie wall of Shenyuan, but they were entangled in dreams but could not hold hands. That wrong hand is a lifelong regret. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. People who should have joined hands for life are actually "Meng Shan is here, but Jin Shu is hard to believe". How I want to pick up the pieces of this thousand years ago and sew back a perfect love! Reading poetry in the silent night makes my heart ache. Poetry is like an endless spring, flowing with a clean stream and bringing me endless enjoyment. Li Bai, who is proud to laugh at the world of mortals, came face to face, and Du Fu's cry of "Although the country broke the mountains and rivers" was full of tears; Listening to Li Qingzhao's crying in front of the raindrop steps, Su Dongpo, who was carrying wine against the wind, sighed through time and space and felt the amorous feelings of Xiao Yue and Liu Yong. Dai Wangshu and I met unexpectedly in misty rain lane, and Xu Zhimo waved goodbye to Cambridge in the sunset ... I tasted poetry in the quiet night, which showed the richness of poetry. Fenxiang poetry collection is like a huge garden, with pavilions and winding paths, flowers in full bloom, trees in shade, insects singing and birds singing, spring water flowing in Ding Dong ... The plain and graceful poems dance in the silver moonlight, and the ups and downs are lingering in the book. Wandering in this intoxicating garden, the leaves of life are soaked in dewdrop-like poems, and thinking and passion are suddenly activated by wise snuff. The breeze is blowing gently, the autumn is hazy, the crescent moon is curved, and the night is deeper. I sit alone in a corner, watching the poem, my eyes flying with the poem, and I am intoxicated with the graceful artistic conception brought by the poem. Wordless poems touched my life, calmed my thoughts, intoxicated my soul, cultivated my temperament and refined my taste. My heart perches in the elegant verse of poetry, lazy but comfortable. The days of reading in the quiet night, like the stream of a mountain stream, flow through my light fingers; The elegance of reading in the quiet night, like that faint serenade, slowly sings in my quiet heart; The joy of reading in a quiet night, like wintersweet in winter, will always be in my heart.