On Writing Prose Poems about Moon River

1. Yue He Mei Zhu related poems Autumn Mei Chun Xue is also true and illusory, burning bamboo whispering a few sweet words. 1.

The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows. 2. Swimming Pool In summer, tall trees will cool down early.

3. The bushes in autumn are like Taoist priests, and the edges around the fence are more and more inclined. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

The title contains Zhu Meishi 1, "Mei Zhu Xuan is the Daofu of Yang Jun", there are secluded windows on the porch of Wangmian Lake, and the mountain residence is the Imperial Book Building. A branch of clear snow is white, and three roads of breeze are like water.

2, "Qin Lanshi's Gift Poem" Bai Song Yuxi's exquisite brushwork, laughing and playing with nature.

In the chest, the rain falls on the dragon and dances on the paper in the spring breeze.

3, "The Rhyme of Zhu Mei and Ding Duan's Book" Song Chenfu Liang is empty, if it is in the next place, who is cold-resistant in Chu? Who accompanied Eight Dragons to grow up in the snow and lay naked on a couch in Yuan 'an?

4, "Free and flawless rewards, false court three things, Mei" Song is a cold entertainment, and the horizontal shadow is this.

The wind and snow abuse me, and I am a husband with you.

5, "Zhu Mei Tu" Song Yu's family is under the hustle and bustle, with Mei Xiaoxiao and Zhu Sensen. Today, the wilderness is vast, the autumn grass is lush and yellow.

6, "Xi 'an Mo Zhu Mei Two Bamboo" Jin Song Luxiang reading, staff back in the afternoon. It is better to bring this gentleman here calmly than to wait on a letter calmly.

7. "Plum blossoms in the pool open a square core between bamboos." It is not surprising that the pond was full of trees and jade in Song Dynasty.

After the snow, I sat in the pavilion, and the bamboo was idle.

8. "Two newly planted bamboo poems in front of the window and Lu's" Wang Songzhi's Taoist cultivation will see you again at the soaring end. This gentleman is not something in the dust, so Fan Chuan should drop by 100,000 poles.

9. "He Lv Xiangweng with Bamboo and Plum" Wei Songzong Wuping is a dragon, and the forest is full of jade.

Rhyme, sound like nature, into a cloud.

10, "The sentence of spring comes after the founding of Zhimen Temple" Song Zhaofan's flowering is hard to know, and he once knew Huangzhou's poems. It's surprising that politicians spit when they can do their best.

Poetry 1 About, Liang Songxiang's poem "Partridge Sky and Jade Seal in Nine Days" 2. Mei Sizhu's poem "More Leaking Bamboo and Lonely Green" by Song Xiang 3. A branch of bamboo, Xiangzi's poem "Bu Zi Zhu" and Mei Dai Fugu's "Qinyuanchun Visiting the Top of Hengshan Mountain" 7. Falling plum shoots and piercing bamboo Song Ge Chang Geng's "Why is it that rain can be picked up?" 8. Zhu Mei's spiritual song Janice's Complaining about Love and Meeting Several Times 9. Appreciating Mei Guanzhu Yuan "Qing Ping Le Appreciating Mei Guanzhu" 10, quiet to Mei Feng.

2. Who has classical Chinese and poems about Yuehe West Lake? Spring tour of Qiantang River.

Bai Juyi

Gushan Temple is located in the north of the trade pavilion, with a low water level.

A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?

Wild flowers gradually attract the attention of fans, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.

I love the lack of lakes traveling eastward and the white sand embankment in green Li Yangyang.

Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.

[Song] Su Shi

The water is bright and the eyes are bright, and the mountains are rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Leifeng sunset

Yin gaoting

Cloudy mountains and pale mountains play the role of money, while thousands of feet's floating picture leans in the air.

Painting a boat on the lake is all I want, and the lonely peak is still sunset red.

Su causeway

[Ming] Zhou Yang

Just when the future is a dark flower, the thick lake fog dispels the forest sand.

Where the yellow crane stops smoking, it crows over Su Causeway Xiao.

Breweries and lotus ponds in summer

[Ming] Wang Yanna

The ancient bend pillow lotus pond, the wind hesitates to brew incense.

You are so honored. Ling Boxian is drunk, and the brocade skirt is afraid of new coolness.

Shuangfeng chayun scenic spot

Chen Mi

The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively unconnected.

Come to Xinyu Lake late, a crazy cloud locks two ends.

Mid-Lake Pavilion

[Qing] Xu

I haven't traveled all over 100 places, but the solitary pavilion of Shuiyunjian is still good.

The station is empty on all sides, with Chengtou on one side and three mountains on the other.

Go to Zhang Ting to watch the tide with Yan Qiantang.

meng haoran

I stopped playing when I heard Lei Zhen in One Hundred Miles.

Even riding out, the river is waiting for the high tide.

According to the day and autumn, the sky is clear, and the sky is clear.

The stormy waves came like snow, and it was cold.

In the silver moonlight

[Song] NaHo

The moonlight is cold and the spring water is not flowing. Where is the eulogy?

In the west wind of Baiping Polygonum hydropiper, the lake is full of beautiful autumn.

See the willow trees in Jinmen?

Facing tribute

Outside the golden gate, the willow is like gold, and it will not be green for three days.

Bring a skill, and let people know that spring is already deep in the city.

Nanping Wanzhong Scenic Area

Doctor Wan [Ming]

Jade screen smoke flies at dusk, and the hall bells glow.

The path is full of talk, and the mountain increases the deduction of firewood.

Pan-West Lake at night

Dong Ming

The West Lake is full of clothes, and Qian Shan is hazy in autumn.

The second waterfowl doesn't know where to stay, but also flies to the Wang Hu Pavilion.

Huagang fish watching

[Qing] Xu

The water is new red, and the landscape of Luyuan is full of autumn market.

As far as I am concerned, I only feel the pleasure of swimming, but I also forget that the pleasure of machines is like fish.

West Lake Willow Branch Ci

[Qing] Shu Tian

Short stripes brush short long dikes with an oriole Chen Wenjing crow on them.

You can't hide the smoke in Cui Mu, and the west of the bridge is one painting after another.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are of different colors.

Outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain/When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop/Warm wind make tourists drunk/make Hangzhou a continent.

A midsummer night's dream: weeping willows, Yiyi West Lake, warm wind, drunken tourists.

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

The bow is finely ground, and the stern is fragrant.

The yellow hat reflects the mountain, the glass head is fat, and the smoke tail furnace is lined up.

Don Li Shen

The leaves of Pu look withered, and the birds on the waves are lonely.

Wind pipe music is easy to scatter flowers, but loom feathers are difficult to float.

Snow deceives spring and destroys fragrant calyx early, while falcon stirs autumn and blows green.

Colorful hair has no place to live, and sighing at the bridge is a kind of sadness.

Topic Lin' andi

Song Lin Sheng

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm wind intoxicated tourists and made Hangzhou a Bianzhou.

The ancient poem about the moon and rivers is 1. Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Night is Worth a Thousand Dollars 2. Today, people can't see the ancient moon, but this month they have taken pictures of the ancients. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Ask asking for the moon for wine, an old friend Jia Chunling" 3. The moon, which is full, is now crossing the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

_ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Thinking Far" 4. The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu's "The Mistakes of Yuan Xi" 5. On the moonlit night of the 24th Bridge, where do jade people teach flute? _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "A Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate" 6. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! .

_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "My Brother on a Moonlight Night" 7. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Jinse" 8. The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

_ _ _ _ Zhang Chunjiang spends a moonlit night 9. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing 10, the sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is very white, which makes people sad and sleepless.

_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc II 1 1. Who sent a brocade book in the cloud? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A Prune, Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Jade Autumn" 12, Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" 13, the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

_ _ _ _ Li He's "Twenty-three Horse Poems" (5), 14, moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. _ _ _ _ An Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei 15. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.

_ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge/Sleeping in Fengjiang 16. Now that Li Bai is dead, how long is the moon in the sky? _ _ _ _ Tang Yin's Song of Drinking to the Moon (17), the moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and sad. _ _ _ _ Anonymous Moon Bend in Kyushu 18. Where did you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.

_ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills" 19, went to the West Building alone without words, and the moon was like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

_ _ _ _ Li Yu's "Seeing each other without words, going to the West Building alone" 20, missing the moon hanging sparse trees, leaking people at first quiet. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "The Diviner Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Living in Work" 2 1, the bright moon is in the sky, and I once returned according to the colorful clouds.

_ _ _ _ Yan "Linjiang Xian, the balcony behind the dream is locked high" 22. In autumn, Mount Emei enters the Pingqiang River. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song" 23, until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon, brought me my shadow, let us three.

_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Four Poems of Drinking the Moon Alone, Part I, 24. The bright moon doesn't know how to hate parting. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.

_ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Smoke and Blue Tears" 25. The stars are leaning down from the clearing, and the bright moon is flowing downstream. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "A Night Outside" 26. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the boundless sea of clouds.

_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Guan Shanyue 27. The smoke cage is cold and full of sand, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai 28, the clouds are full of cold.

Han Yin silently turned to the tracts. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Yangguanqu/Mid-Autumn Moon" 29. On the moonlight in Dongting, I will buy a bottle of wine Bai Yunbian.

_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Five Poems of Dongting Lake, Part II, 30. Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights and Sending it to Du Langzhong" 3 1, the wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is blocked by clouds.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Xijiang Moon, A Big Dream on Earth, 32. This life is not a long night, where to see the bright moon next year. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Yangguanqu/Mid-Autumn Moon" 33. Yueming Building is high and lonely.

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's Homesickness Covered with Su Curtain' 34. As usual, it is different to have a plum blossom in front of the window.

_ _ _ _ Du Lei's Cold Night 35. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande River' 36. When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.

_ _ _ _ Check Shen Xing's Night Book I Saw on the Ship 37. * * * When you look at the bright moon, you should cry, because the heart, in five places, is sick because of one wish. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Full Moon" 38. Acacia is written on the string of pipa.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. _ _ _ _ Yan "Linjiang Fairy, the balcony is locked after the dream" 39. Qian Shan is vast, and Chengjiang is sunny in January.

_ _ _ _ Huang Tingjian's Climbing Express Pavilion' 40. The cool moon hangs like an eyebrow in Liuwan, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more and more. _ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura" 4 1, the moon is full of surprises, when it is in the spring.

_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Bird Song Stream" 42. The moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Farewell to Jingmen Ferry" 43. In the bright moonlight, geese are soaring and the chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark.

_ _ _ _ Lu Lun's "He Zhang Servants Shooting Qu Xia III" 44. What happened to the Double Star tonight, but I left a tick in front of the stadium. _ _ _ _ De Rong's Two Songs of Chinese Valentine's Day 45. I only hope that the song is right for the wine and the moonlight shines on the golden urn.

_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Asking for wine, asking for the moon, an old friend Jia Chunling" 46. It's too light for anyone to hear except my comrade Mingyue. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Bamboo House 47. Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant. She fights in the mid-month frost.

_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Frost Moon' 48. Moonlight is like water. _ _ _ _ Zhao Wei's "Old Love in the Jianglou" 49. Where is Wangxiang in the northwest? See the moon in the southeast.

_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" 50. Midnight. The atrium is just shining with pear blossoms and snowy moons.

_ _ _ _ He Zhu's "Midnight Song jathyapple" 5 1, the sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Jianghan 52. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's "The Moon on the Xijiang River in Huangzhou" 53. Why is there no moon at night? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple/Chengtian Night Tour' 54. Clouds are as good as the moon and water is as cool as autumn.

_ _ _ _ Ouyang Zhan's "Knowing People and Rhyme" 55, unlike, only heartbroken with people. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Negative Magnolia Spring Moon" 56. Poor night, where to go, where to go.

_ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Mid-Autumn Festival Slow Drink" will tell us that the poems of the predecessors have been endowed, and those who have not sent the bright moon have been endowed by heaven. 57. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "One Night Swallow House in Pengcheng" 58. The sound of geese far exceeds that of Xiaoxiang, and the twelfth floor goes without saying.

_ _ _ _ article "Yao Sefen" 59. The bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Moonlit Night on the West River in Huangsha Road' 60. High-rise buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold.

_ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Two Poems of Lotus Inn Parting Xin Jian" 6 1, Hao Yue, Huainan, Qianshan Cold, nobody cares. _ _ _ _ Jiang Kui "Go East" 62. Looking at Noda from the front door alone, buckwheat flowers are like snow in the moonlight.

_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Village Night 63. Who adorned the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Crossing the Sea on the Night of June 20th. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in 65, a bright moon hung high in the capital, and the streets were empty. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Zi.

Kneel for the lotus

Full of clear pools,

That is the charming figure of lotus.

Someone mentioned the water droplets,

This is a lonely symphony.

In the purple flower account,

Cover up a

A childish and changeable heart,

A false and complicated heart,

Helpless and flustered heart,

It's a lotus nut buried in a lotus flower.

A childhood person,

Silver that has seen water drops,

Seen the golden color of the sun,

The miracle of this heart.

People don't know,

She was silent afterwards,

Such a mood,

This kind of scenery.

Full of clear pools,

This is the echo of the lotus panic.

Since childhood,

Fable later scenery.

Love lotus, because of lotus, flowers are proud. In the sun, in the moonlight, in the breeze, in the rain and fog, lotus flowers are as colorful as Anna, dyed purples, which is particularly enchanting. Thousands of miles of lotus, ten miles of lotus fragrance, wearing a lotus leaf crown, endowed with eternal sages! Lotus clothes are full of Sanjiang color, and the fragrance is full of spring! In the hot summer, the sludge comes out, and the body is clean and fragrant, and the fragrance is natural and unique; Transcendent and refined, it brings a little coolness and fragrance, adding a lot of beautiful scenery and great charm. I feel shy and want to talk when I am in bud, and stretch myself when I am in full bloom. If the powder load is exposed, the sky will drip; Su Fu, flawless; Violet is clear, Ying Ying is blue; The golden lotus is bright and glittering. Love lotus, because of lotus, is also a gentleman. Its elegance and quietness are concrete, and its purity is rich and nourishing. Rooted in the folk, calm and generous, born in the garden, not arrogant and impetuous. The lotus viewing is heroic, the petals are shining, the shoots are high, the stems are slender, the leaves are dancing lightly, the green skirts are spread out, the proud leaves are holding jade, and Zhuo Qun is angry but not proud, and the gods are brilliant. Lotus is like a confession, and its fragrance is like listening to the sky. Shy words, clean and flawless, beautiful but not gorgeous, simple but elegant, heavy in flowers and powder, gorgeous and charming, green and clear, full of blue, colorful and charming, make people linger, linger, can't bear to leave the lake, collect lotus flowers and cherish people, people value their reputation and lotus fragrance. Lotus-like life is beautiful in the light and shadow, and beautiful and sacred in the world of love. Yu He is the fairy of Ling Bo, the soul of poetry, the pride of flowers, a modest gentleman and noble beauty. Who else will you give up? I am glad for the blooming of the lotus, dancing for the beautiful life, and drinking for the important day! Therefore, with the river as the string and the stone as the tune, play a song of mountains and flowing water and make a swan song. Although there are no words to gather rhyme, I want to appreciate the tangible clouds and intangible wind, the land of sound and the land of silence, and find the tacit understanding and expectation of acacia with my admiration.

Once upon a time, there was a clear river in my hometown, and the small fish in the river were chasing and playing, so many people would come to watch the fun. Many vegetables are planted on both sides of the river. Everyone waters them with water from the river. All the vegetables grow well, especially "cabbage", which looks like a fat doll.

However, day after day, year after year, many people throw garbage into the river for convenience. Factories on both sides of the river also discharge wastewater from production into the river. Since then, the small riverbank has become a black and dirty river.

There are no more lively and lovely little fish in the river. But those dead mice and dead leaves can be seen everywhere. People are afraid to water vegetables with water from the river. It is said that vegetables watered with water from the river grow very slowly, and all kinds of vegetables are planted.

It is also yellow and bitter.

Whenever I come near the river, I seem to hear it crying: "folks, I used to serve you wholeheartedly: help me wash my clothes when they are dirty;" Buffalo is thirsty, come to me to quench his thirst: the field is short of water, come to me for guidance.

Water; When the child is hot, come to my place and take a good bath ... but, folks, why don't you always throw dirty things at me and pour waste water on me? "

Black, black, don't cry, I will tell the villagers what you said. Let them all care about you, love you, stop littering, and let them all remember one sentence: being kind to the environment means being kind to yourself and future generations.

6. The best answer is the beautiful poem describing the moon.

April is like snow.

Loneliness is like snow, flying when flowers bloom.

Look up at the blue sky

Is memory the initial mood?

This snow is now

I am accompanied by peach blossoms and swallows.

Spring should be happy.

I'm struggling with memory.

Let only white blood

Cover up this sad beauty

snow blower

The snow has stopped in the morning.

The sound of shoveling snow came from downstairs.

Occasionally mixed with crisp car bells.

transitory

And brief greetings.

I looked down from the balcony on 19 floor.

The two men bowed their heads.

Shovel by shovel of snow is focused and powerful.

Pause occasionally and shovel your chest.

Put your hands on your mouth and breathe.

Look back at the shoveled snow.

……,……

I was suddenly and inexplicably moved by these actions.

-Like a snow shovel.

Facing a land covered with snow

We have to shovel snow in another way!

Huayang expressed her feelings.

The whole April was in chaos.

I'm lonely.

Organize memory

7. Weihe prose poems. Goodbye, lovely Weihe River. Goodbye to all the empty beaches, clear rocks, winding banks, my exquisite paper boats and all the colorful pebbles. Goodbye, my whistle, my beautiful and moving singing voice, once made the lovely girl sitting cross-legged wave her arms happily. I don't know why your blow is the heaviest and deadliest, and your sincere heart is ruthlessly crushed. I used to doodle on an ordinary piece of paper with my pen to make the grass and the stones sing happily. The lost smile is as pure and sweet as the sunrise, and I will never see it again. Maybe I will bid farewell to other people's spring breeze with all my lament, worry and sadness.

8. "The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the moonlight is like water." When I was a child, I always looked up at the moon on a clear night.

At that time, just out of curiosity, I thought the moon was a very mysterious object. Even if I looked at it every day, it was difficult to understand many questions in happiness. I have to let the moonlight flow gently through my eyes and my heart, without a wrinkle, and let it flow into my heart all the time.

Every time I look at the moon, I always watch the faint white clouds slowly pass by the bright full moon. The silver in the moonlight reflects the loneliness and sadness of Chang 'e, which always reminds people of the ancient and beautiful legend-the goddess the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, which makes people feel very sympathetic and sorry. Perhaps the moon is really affectionate, so Chang 'e flew to the left of the moon; Maybe it's because the moon is lonely. WU GANG makes wine, so enjoy * * * with it.

When I was a child, I wanted to see the laurel and Chang 'e in Na Yue, as well as WU GANG and the white rabbit ... I watched the moon in the country, and the moon jumped into the river, which was more gentle; Moonlight shines on the village road, which makes it more quiet; The moonlight squeezed into the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest became greener. I walked on the road and looked up at the moon. The moon always follows me and shines on me. It follows me when I leave, and it stops when I stop.

I watch the moon by the river, and the moon is in the river; I sat by the well looking for the moon, and the moon jumped out of the well and looked at me with a bright face; I came home and looked out of the window. It also returned to the sky and smiled at me ... I can't forget the moonlight in the forest. Moonlight is like water, fog and fat. The rays of moonlight screened out from the leaves show a fuzzy mottle.

Several night breezes suddenly blew, making the treetops tremble. The falling moonlight is like a piece of flying flowers. When it is to be seen by God, there is no trace.

Moonlight stretches gracefully under the sky, and the world is intoxicated with pure beauty, which is the best wealth that nature has given to mankind. Being in such a moonlight makes people return to nature and want to have an ancient dream.

In the dead of night, facing the moon, a person's thoughts are flying, or serene, or full of worries, or homesickness, or tears, but in any case, he can always find a quiet spiritual apartment from the rolling world of mortals, and he can also find himself who almost lost his true self from the vast sea of people. Isn't this a rare gain? Every time I look at the moon, I can always understand the truth of life from it. How many nights can a person have a pure heart and a full moon in his life? Bathed in this cool, clear and unchanging moonlight, I feel very empty, and the relaxed and quiet time passes with my heart.

A bright moon is always hanging in the sky, shining on people and their inner world, and there is a bright moonlight in everyone's heart. As the saying goes, "A thousand rivers have water for a thousand months, and there is no cloud in Wan Li and a sky in Wan Li", even if there is water in a thousand rivers and there is a bright moon in every river, so is the human heart, and everyone has a bright moon in his heart.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, we were alone with the bright moon, without words, but in the dark, we were clearly whispering, talking and communicating with the bright moon. Mingyue, with extraordinary poems, writes down her feelings about life in a blurred and quiet atmosphere.

All languages are soaked by the boundless moonlight, and the soul becomes a clear grassland. The bright moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, like an unbreakable mirror, shines peacefully in ancient and modern times.

I can't help but think of a poem: "People can have nothing to worry about, and all kinds of feelings invade and laugh." This is not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also the Mid-Autumn Festival. "

On the journey, as long as people are bright-eyed and quietly look at the moon, they can realize that every day is the red sun, full moon everywhere and Mid-Autumn Festival. How long can a flower bloom in the moonlight? Is it worth keeping? How long can a love last? Is it worth the wait?

The length that the mind can keep, the cool wind can blow. A few songs can erase sadness, but a few words can cover it up.

If you give that love poem a name, you can call it Rain Lane. If you give that girl a name, you can call it Lilac. If you give that artistic conception a name, can you call it simple sadness? It's another prosperous ending and an old story, and the days have passed so gently.

No sorrow, no sorrow, no delusion, no extravagant hopes. From now on, from now on, we can spend money together.

She said that we should love three people in this world, the one who loves you, the one who loves you and yourself. Unfortunately, I can only love myself.

She knelt down, tears seeped through her fingers, and she couldn't stop. Her play was over, leaving scars and flowers. Draw smoke on the moon.

Such a loving ending. Now you have it.

Incomplete or completely silent or noisy, tasting or locked, the moon is bright, the stars are thin, the clouds are thin, the wind has gone, the flowers have gone, the sea is still, the song has passed, the shadow has broken, the love is far away, the feeling is broken, the heart is tired, the pain has disappeared, and those who want to fly in the moonlight are waiting for the sound of the years in the song in the wind of the crowd. Who will unconsciously sigh and sigh, who is still listening to critical beauty in that unconscious age? In the morning, you came and left the window full of cherry blossoms, and the door was opened. Someone asked me what I said. You once sang a moonlight song, accompanied me to grieve for the fallen leaves, and painted my appearance in the snow window. ---------Lao Lang's Moonlight City, he said that the road he chose can only go forward. It rained a little and the air was wet, but there were signs of recovery. Judging from the time on the second floor, he walked past. The scenery becomes messy. Take a deep breath and spit it out slowly. If it is a cold winter, there will be smoke condensed into water droplets, which is enough to prove that I have been here and began to write some words one after another. I will tell you all the relevant or irrelevant words over and over again. Real growth is to give up fantasy. The way you stood there smiling at me, the sun was too eager. I like your silence. Heaven and earth lost their language in an instant, and dusk sank like a slender hand, covering the face of the sky. A little cramped, careful not to approach a person easily. Don't try to merge two people. This is an illusion and a lie of love. I lost my walking posture and my words. I lost face in front of him. The clouds are far away, the moon is light, and the flowers thank him. I left my heart and died. I loved, hated, cared about, concealed, everything. Inner peace is like the moonlight in the lotus pond. Author: Zhu Ziqing is quite restless these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day, here it is.

9. Prose Poem Moonlight Fantasia

○ Geng Linmang

The beauty of moonlight is beyond painting. The impressionist painter Monet's masterpiece is Sunrise, not Moonrise. Photography, film and television are not good either. What about the music? Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and A Bing's Two Springs Reflecting the Moon both convey moonlight. But after all, it can only arouse a little imagination, and it is difficult to have a visual and tactile feeling of being in the moonlight. ?

Qin Shaoyou's poem "Walking on the Sand" says: "The fog loses the tower, and the moon enters the maze", and the word "fan" captures the spirit of moonlight. ? Sunny and open, masculine, but inevitably hot and irritable, the moonlight is deep. Hidden, vague, quiet, distant. Entering the moonlight, I was fascinated by a trance state; Is this the world I live in on weekdays? Am I still me? On earth, in fairyland, or walking in the forgotten river or underground tunnel leading to hell? ?

Sunlight bathes people's bodies, and moonlight makes people thrilling, enters the depths of the spirit and attracts people's fireworks. If you swim in a dream and stay in the moonlight for a long time, will people be "alienated" into ghosts? This may be related to Chang 'e, her loneliness, loneliness and melancholy, and the tragic atmosphere network woven by her constant homesickness. ?

There is a dream lurking in the depths of human soul. Once illuminated by moonlight, they are fascinated by "inside and outside", involuntarily, as if sitting in a boat, or in a cradle, swaying, bumping, fluttering and confused, completely surrounded, drawn and dominated by dreams woven by moonlight. I'm scared but obsessed. For the moonlight, I can only chase it in my imagination, hoping to have a "dreamer" as my body body double, wandering, taking risks and intoxicated in the moonlight. ?

The moonlight is very cold. The water is blue, the snow is slightly cold, and there is a slight trembling feeling, like a piece of gauze, like a leaf, and like a bleeding lip. The mystery of moonlight lies in her stillness, her loneliness and uneasiness, like a candle that one finger can't hold, and a piece of writing paper is shaking. And when she is attached to something and shrouded in something, it is inseparable from her, forming a dark bondage and turning into a myriad of blurred realms. ?

The dreamer walks, walks, and the shadow is lonely and moves forward. Moonlight shines on the vague roofs of villages, in the crawling fields, beside wells, in the haystacks in the yard, and secretly flows in deep valleys. Light and shadow come and go, like a snake shadow between rivers and waves. There are no cars on the roadside, dark trees, and a man is logging. He swung his axe, and suddenly, suddenly, the black clothes he was wearing slipped to the ground, revealing his strong muscles and furry chest. Moonlight makes his complexion bronzed, gloomy and humid ...?

Is it WU GANG? The woodcutter's sweat gleamed slightly in the moonlight. ?

The dreamer walks, walks, the wilderness is boundless, and there are endless mountains ahead. "The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares". He read Jiang Kui's poems, and the word "cold" should be the eternal swan song of poems about the moon. Those mountains are half-hidden moonlight, lonely and high, and there is an ancient pagoda leaning, and the three-dimensional moonlight slides down from the top of the tower, like the sound of silk breaking. ?

The dreamer looked up at the moon and tried to climb several tower steps. He heard the barking of dogs in the mountains and the crow of pheasants in the distance. ? An ordinary day will come again, with the bright moon like a hook and the moonlight fading away. ...