Dreaming on a moonlit night

The golden bird sets in the west and the jade rabbit rises in the east.

Night, so arrival. Moon is like a shy bride, gently opening her lips to say that she is still closed, and her cheeks have flushed faintly. Hurriedly covered his face with a thin cloud like a veil, but he seemed to miss the quiet night and peeped out of the corner of his eye, looking for …

Moonlight poured down quietly from nine days, like melodious piano music, so the ripples in my heart opened. Another example is that thousands of mistletoe pearls fall on the earth, which is the beauty of "like a plate of pearls filled with large and small pearls", and the night is dazzling with jewels. This moonlight is more like a girl full of worries, the seeds of love, hazy, giving people unlimited reverie.

Standing in this quiet moonlight, my eyes crossed the tunnel of the Millennium. In a trance, the moonlight is like water. At night, the bright moonlight shines on a thin back. He wore a precious silk dress with a glittering Yu Pei hanging around his waist, and wrote "Su Zhe gave it to his brother Su Shi". Su Shi? Is this a generation of literary giant Su Shi who once wrote "river of no return, the waves are exhausted ..."? Just why, why can't the dim night hide his sad face? Why can't the beautiful moonlight arouse his arrogance?

Yes, tonight should be a good night for family reunion, but Su Shi has to endure the pain of missing and being separated from his younger brother. After all, he is just an ordinary person, politically frustrated, laugh it off. He appreciated Li Bai's free and easy "laugh at the sky and go out, is our generation Artemisia?" However, in the face of the separation of relatives, where will he return?

Tears unconsciously covered his skirt, and he looked up at the bright moon, trying to get rid of the shackles of the secular, and flew to the Guanghan Palace of jade carving. I only hate that although the Guanghan Palace is resplendent and magnificent, it is cold and clear, and it only dances in front of its own shadow, so how can it be compared with passionate people? Let it be, let it be, Su Shi sighed lightly and took a sip of mellow wine. He couldn't help recalling the scene of singing poetry and having fun with his younger brother, and began to write "The moon has ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is ancient and difficult to complete. May people live for a long time and have a thousand miles together. "

A breeze blew and interrupted my thoughts. In retrospect, I don't know which generation it was.

Today, the moon is still bright and Su Lang is far away. It's just that "Mink Head" has been sung lightly for thousands of years. How many people chat in "May people live together for a long time, thousands of miles away" to comfort acacia.