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The long rain deepened autumn.

In the dark night, street lamps are like beans, reflecting deep and shallow thoughts in the puddle. When I woke up, Xiaoyu was still whispering in my ear. When I wake up, there are still lingering curtains outside the window. Endless autumn love stories.

In this rainy season, it is easy to get wet. I used a flute to pass the lonely night. The rainy night was dried by thoughts, but I fell into a sad and desperate situation.

No one to accompany me, wine at dusk. Through the drizzle in the evening, I rolled up my thoughts alone and took a sip of tea. The faint fragrance of chrysanthemum permeates become memories between my lips and teeth, until my back fades into distant scenery in the corner of my eye.

The cement road replaced the blue slate in the alley. In the city with many tall buildings, my feet will never be able to cut open that long story. Some stories are doomed to have no ending. Only a lonely heart, still wandering in the world.

Walking in the rain at dusk, I felt chilly in my sleeves, so I pulled up my silk scarf and turned up my collar. The white oiled paper umbrella is in full bloom in the rain, like a quiet white lotus. At this time, someone was riding a bicycle in the alley. JJ Lin's "Jiangnan" came from the Walkman and spilled all over the floor. Blue poncho, in this dusk, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness. The color of the world in front of us suddenly faded, leaving only black and white. In the song, a piece of gold leaves comes down slowly, with the loneliness of poets and travelers, a kind of nostalgia for home and a low sigh. In this quiet alley, I watched the autumn rain wash away the lead China alone, and the drizzle drifted away in endless dreams.

On such a rainy night, I suddenly miss the alleys in my hometown. Those long alleys paved with small pebbles meander between black tiles and white walls. Those memories have already been dried by me and sandwiched in the pages. Only dreams are still there.

During the day, I saw the small white chrysanthemum in the yard, with glittering and translucent water drops hanging on the tip, as hazy as talking. Loneliness penetrates the dim wall, and the pale face under the incandescent lamp is suitable for memories. Who cried and fell like a dead butterfly in the dream? On such a night, I can't hear the sporadic sigh behind you anymore.

Long, long ago, those chapters about love have been permanently deleted by years. When I dream back at midnight, some fantasies and ideas precipitate in the corner. At midnight, I mourn the passing time with drizzle. In the foggy south of the Yangtze River, are Iraqis still waiting on the other side of the dream?

Under the dim light of night, the faint blue and misty gray in the misty rain are held in the palm of your hand. Choose a sunny afternoon, open it and remember it slowly.

I tell you, we had those days when we were far away from our friends and lived alone in the flower season. We have the loss of young pride being hit on the wall of happiness in reality, we have unforgettable expectations, and we even have sad moments because of an unexpected rainy day.

Sometimes, in the face of many silent eyes and many contusions without appointments, we think that we are hopeless or that the whole world has changed.

Maybe it's just because we have never been young, maybe the world we live in hasn't changed at all, no, it's just ourselves and the time when we don't look back. The most important thing is whether we have changed our beliefs-our initial beliefs about life.

Yes, no matter how many of us forget this, faith is always the light green that awakens spring at the end of winter. As long as there is a calling smoke wind, it will cover our eyes gladly.

Yes, there have been sad days, but even if it is not quiet, even if what we have is simple, even if it appears repeatedly, as long as you pay attention, as long as you don't give up your original vows and yearning for life, it can give us infinite love and everything I tell you in every subtle day.

2,

Spring, bright spring, mild spring, came back and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream. I wandered among the trees in search of charming spring scenery.

I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green is refreshing and never tires of seeing it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness.

I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!

Springs are tinkling into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing!

3,

Fantasy about snow

Siberian wind

The season that brings light rain and flowers.

In this northern winter

I'm in the snow

Wandering alone

A gloomy day

Browse the sad space

Going to the season again

The last reincarnation

Today, the town finally waited for another long-awaited snowfall.

Butterfly-like snowflakes dance gently, bringing the unique scenery of this season. She came lightly, she came slowly, and she came without makeup and gauze. This winter's elves have come to dress up our world. Can winter be called winter without snow?

Wherever her skirt goes, the snowy plain is as quiet as a virgin, the snowy peaks are cold, the Yushu Qionghua is in full bloom, and the air is particularly gentle. Under her gentle comfort, all the restlessness began to subside, and the earth was quiet and peaceful, just like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms. In this world of silver makeup, this dazzling whiteness eclipses the sky. In this quiet white, what impetuous worries are we unable to let go?

When our restless hearts calm down, we can feel how colorful the falling snowflakes are. What kind of flowers in the world can be as atmospheric as snowflakes? What kind of flowers can be as chic as snowflakes? "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"-this is the brilliance of snow; "Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snow floating, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, and I am boundless, the river rises and falls, I lost the surging"-this is the spectacular snow; "The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating"-this is the beauty of snow; "Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes the spring. It is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers "-this is the romance of snow; "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths"-this is the loneliness and seclusion of Xue. In fact, what I like best is "there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove;" It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? " This artistic conception. Two old friends, sitting around a small red stove in a thatched cottage with low clouds at dusk, asked questions in a warm and concerned voice. It's just that in today's society, although there are many wines, there are few stoves and bosom friends are hard to find. This artistic conception is even more difficult to appreciate.

I came to the suburbs alone, and in the vast snowfield, I reduced myself to a small black spot between the boundless world and stopped quietly here. If we regard this snowfield as a world, then we are countless snowflakes scattered by God. Like falling snowflakes, we are sent to this world by the wind of fate. Looking back, there was no trace of patrol. We lie down where we fell, waiting for the wind of fate to send us to another place again, or waiting for another snowflake to fly, and then quietly melt into invisibility. Just as there are no two identical snowflakes, there are no two identical people in the world. So, where is the other snowflake that we know and have a heart?

Looking around blankly, what is colder than the weather in early winter is loneliness, which comes from all directions and penetrates my heart. In this cold silence, a warm voice gradually rises from the bottom of my heart:

Is it snowing there?

Are you afraid of cold?

Is there a fire to warm your hands?

Can a smile fill your home?

Is it snowing there?

Are you afraid of loneliness?

Do you want to hear a sweet word from me?

Shall I leave you a snowflake?

Walking in the snow to see plum blossoms [1]?

It became a fairy tale in my dream.

Petals flying

My long hair is flowing.

Pick a flower and leave my eternal concern.

Accompany me to travel around the world in the coldest day.

I think this is the most beautiful song in the world, which contains many strong emotions, including missing, caring, worrying and hoping for my lover. Accompanied by singing, there is also a feeling of giving up. In this life, can I find my other snowflake? Can I still hold hands and sing this song to her? Who can accompany me to travel around the world on the coldest day?

Seeing snowflakes flying like butterflies, I suddenly felt infinite sadness in my heart. Just like a broken cocoon butterfly, how painful is it for a drop of water to condense and crack into a beautiful snowflake? How many hardships does life have to go through to be more sophisticated and brilliant?

4,

Listening to the rain, I was really intoxicated.

If you stubbornly believe that listening to rain in summer is too noisy, listening to rain in autumn is too bleak, and listening to rain in winter is too rare, then listening to rain in spring must open the window and turn off the lights. Listening to the spring rain is impeccable.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." When nameless troubles strike, when everything in the world falls into silence, when several dogs bark to break the silence, listen and listen carefully. ...

Rain falls from the sky, falls on the branches, falls on the roof, along the eaves, falls on the ground, and finally falls into the soil … Listen, listen carefully …

The rain is lingering and gently blown by the evening breeze, forming a harmonious movement, which is very rhythmic, sometimes slow and sometimes sharp ... Listen, listen carefully. ...

Do you feel that you have merged with nature?

This rain, singing softly, hollows out your thoughts, expresses your melancholy, interprets your doubts, fills your imagination, and makes you feel as if you have become a drop of rain, a tree, a grass, a bunch of flowers, a handful of soil ... This rain makes time seem to freeze, and only the clock on the wall tells you that life is still going on.

Listen, listen, I seem to be in a winding alley, extending far away. I also met a girl with lilac-like sadness, a girl with dreams and clouds.

This rain purified my soul and made me find a pure land and a comfort in my own world. Will my growing regrets become beautiful in this gentle song? The rain is so pure, as pure as my tears, in which I can't see myself clearly.

Too much missing, too much nonsense, too much feeling, too much melancholy, too much missing can only be released one by one in this drizzly day.

Tear up the last calendar, so I go to be a memory, I look for it carefully, I wait forever, expecting a brand-new myself, leaving a rainy night and a new footprint. ...

Listening to the rain, listening to the spring rain, can not be explained in words, can only understand. ...

When this festival comes in early autumn, everything between heaven and earth seems to become transparent at once, and it becomes transparent in the overflowing emeralds. After several rainy days, the wind obliquely blew cool music, brushed leisurely clouds, swept naughty stars, and was surrounded by a clear mood, pushing a shy fullness before our eyes. In autumn, we stand in front of us shyly and twist gracefully, which makes us intoxicated in abundance.

According to the season, it is early autumn after beginning of autumn, and the endless lush greenery in the four fields can't keep out the sultry heat during the day, and it is as dry as summer. And my friend, just like this season, calls this early autumn light autumn, which should be the poetry in my friend's heart. Needless to say, when the dazzling green really stumbles my eyes, I really feel the lively poetry of my friends in my heart.

Who first knew the poems in early autumn? Should those insects be whispering all night? I think so!

Plumes of breeze swept through the treetops, and when it was sultry in midsummer, the throat of autumn insects suddenly refreshed after many days of dryness. Water-like tenderness rushes around, and before sunset, a clear glow is sprinkled in the smoke and intoxicating sunset glow, one after another, high and low, long and short. Autumn insects lie in the grass, sucking round dew, singing and playing gently. When the rising sun rose to a height of one pole, the thin morning mist dispersed shyly, and the autumn insects who had been tired all night had rested.

Autumn insects, just one night, let a shallow autumn sing gracefully and brightly.

The poetic autumn in friends' hearts may be the early autumn in the shallow singing of autumn insects, so pure, so warm, full of imagination and flowing. However, from my friend's heart and the singing of autumn insects, I feel that this is not seen with my eyes or heard with my ears, but I need to take a deep breath with my nose to really feel it.

Isn't it? The starry sky is like a forgotten poem, the autumn moon is as cool as water, sitting in a field in the country, taking a few deep breaths, full of the whispers of autumn insects. The faint autumn suddenly turned into the comfort of cool dew on the legs and feet, the pungent smell of fresh green onions stained with soil on the tip of the tongue, the smell of freshly cooked corn cob that can pinch the water, and the joy of jointing crops everywhere in the auricle.

This poetic autumn can only be breathed in the country fields, or the smell of the soil in the fields really makes me breathe. In early autumn, fetal movement is brewing in shyness, waiting for the rising sun, waiting for delivery and waiting for harvest. That poem, in my heart, is a sip of clear river water, stroking the corners of the mouth with green juice, and the nose is transparent and smooth to the eyes; And the fetal movement in early autumn, in my heart, is a corn rising in Ran Ran, a red sorghum face.

Lin Yutang loves early autumn. He loves early autumn, the full moon in early autumn, the fat crab in early autumn and the bright osmanthus. I wonder if Mr. Lin also likes the shyness and maturity after the passion in early autumn. I just think that in Mr. Lin's eyes, he really prefers the warm fragrance of early autumn, and this fumigation is exactly the poetry of early autumn that I like as much as my friends. Perhaps autumn insects are whispering the shy beauty.

I always like to compare autumn to my father, who is broad-minded and indifferent. Come to think of it, friends like to call early autumn light autumn, which is really poetic. Suddenly, I felt that when autumn insects were whispering, I really heard the fetal movement bred by the shyness of the earth. I suddenly gave birth to a passion, and it was full and twisted. A lively fetal sound splashed all over the world, making the green leaves sharp and stunned, and the eyebrows in the corner of my eyes were looking forward to laughing.

In this season called light autumn by friends, the blue sky and white clouds are whispered by autumn insects, sending the rhythm of life into my blood and rising and falling with green. My eyes can't see the green end between heaven and earth, but I can still breathe my breath, and the other end is still green.

I always like the drizzle in summer and early summer.

The weather forecast said it would rain today, so I took an umbrella, but no one can say for sure about the weather in Qingdao. ? At two o'clock in the afternoon, I walked out of the bookstore with a trace of anger because I didn't buy perfume-free real water, only to find that it was raining. Ten days after the long summer, the first summer rain came. I got in the car and walked back. I specially sat in the village in front of my unit before I got off the bus, because I wanted to feel the first rain this summer.

Walking on the expressway in the urban-rural fringe with an umbrella, the anger in my heart just now has vanished. There were few pedestrians on the road, and they were all washed into the house by the rain. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians run in the rain without an umbrella and step on a puddle. Moderate rainfall, as thin as silk. With the oblique impact of the breeze, it kissed the land, houses and vegetation, as well as the umbrella above my head and my skirt. Walking around like this, I felt this comfort and escape. A faint song came from the distant shop. This is an impression of the rain in the West Lake. ...

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A silk umbrella was left beside the broken bridge.

Tell me, where is my love?

Lotus flowers in fog and water are fragrant.

Rain, rain.

Rain, rain, you tell me

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The song is somewhat illusory in the rain, just like the rain fluttering in the wind. Of course, my mood at this time is not as sad as in the song.

On both sides of this road are mixed green belts, with poplar, weeping willow and plum trees as trees, holly and clove as shrubs, and the ground is covered with clover. In early summer, poplar weeping willows are flourishing, and plum blossoms are in full bloom on each branch. They are quietly enjoying the caress of Mother Nature in this gentle breeze and drizzle. Below them, near the road is holly. Holly is in the germination stage of new leaves, and the newly grown leaves are pale yellow, and clusters of uneven yellow-green leaves are more delicate under the rain. Behind holly are some cloves, and the dense petals are wrapped around tiny branches. The pinkish and purple colors add a nobleness to the small jasper-like cloves. Standing under the willow tree, the raindrops are not dense. I bent down to see the clover on the ground. From time to time, there are crystal clear raindrops playing slide games on the leaves. When they slipped, they hid underground and then disappeared. With the breeze and drizzle, petals fall to the ground from time to time, including plum blossoms and lilacs. Petals roll on the muddy land between clovers ... "It is not heartless to fall red, but to turn into spring mud will protect flowers."

I remember when I was a child, there was a big pond in front of my hometown. After the rain in early summer, our friends often go to play by the pond without listening to the advice of adults. There are many lotus flowers growing in the pond. At this time, it is "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner", and the small sharp corner is either green or pink. Partners often compete with small stones to see who can get it right. After playing enough, they will tie a canned bottle with a rope and tie the other end to a wooden stick to "fish" ... After several summer rains, the lotus leaves in the pond will soon fill the whole pond, one after another, under the lotus leaves, gentle and reserved, graceful, a pair of pure and charming appearance. "Lotus mud never touches, but it is clear and not demon. Straight outside, not squatting, Qing Xiang, graceful, but not ridiculous from a distance. " It was at that time that we had a definition of beauty in our hearts, which was rooted in our hearts and our feelings.

Unconsciously, at the end of the road, you will turn to the road in front of the unit. It rained heavily, and my trouser legs were wet and stuck to my legs from time to time. Very uncomfortable. Hey, it's nothing. At least, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I love summer, I love the drizzle in early summer. ...

I prefer the silence and cold in winter. Even though there are too many literati who describe autumn scenery with their touching brushstrokes throughout the ages, it doesn't diminish my love for winter. I also want to use my shallow knowledge to talk about my views on winter, lift a pen and describe my winter.

When autumn quietly leaves, a rain and a wind herald the arrival of winter.

This year's winter is obviously colder than last year, the prosperity has passed, and the earth is sleeping.

I like to capture close-ups of various scenes in winter, and it is charming to watch them close their sleepy eyes.

The leaves have withered and circled in the air, and it took a long time to fall to the ground. There seems to be a feeling of farewell to the tree, reluctant to leave the warm home. This feeling will be treasured, waiting for Miss Chun to explore.

The sound of running water in the stream continues, but it is not as pleasant as before. There are no fish and shrimp, but a fallen leaf flows down the river. I was silent, my heart was still, and vaguely, I heard the sound of a sleeping stream, which was not inferior to the beautiful sound of running water in the past. There is a smile on my lips. Oh, that's great.

In winter, clouds can only be seen on sunny days, otherwise it is difficult to see. It is not like a floating cloud in spring, but a large area, motionless.

I don't want to mention the sun I always don't show up in winter, and I get angry when I say it. The moon is better, although it is not common, but it is particularly round and bright in the days near the tenth five-year plan, which makes people intoxicated.

Street lamps emit faint light, which is different from the past. There are fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and the whole road is empty, which has a mysterious feeling.

Sleeping winter gives people all kinds of strange feelings. All the scenery is asleep, except migratory birds, which fly back on the strings of you and me. ......

The wind is soft, the rain is light, the spring breeze is soft and romantic, the rain is light and warm.

In the spring morning, a gentle spring breeze faded the chill, warmed the heart and spleen, dyed a withered plant green again, and put a bunch of faded hawthorn into green clothes again. A ray of sunshine rising in Ran Ran gently erased the morning mist, and the dew on the tip of the leaf gradually hid in shame. ...

When the peach blossom is in full bloom, the flowers under the tree are covered with petals, delicate stamens and fragrant flowers. The slender peach leaves danced with the wind, awakened the sleeping dream in Taoyuan, and the breeze blew away the tiredness on the peach branches. I bathed in warm sunshine and breathed fresh air, and walked slowly into the path under the peach tree. I have a longing in my heart, and I am eager to meet her here at the moment! I long for her to hold hands with me and enjoy the beauty of peach blossoms under the flower tree! However, this is only a whimsical hope and an extremely slim expectation! Open the window screen of memory, and her voice and smile are clearly displayed in the space of my soul. The whole heart of missing is filled with Tingting's shadow, and feelings have washed away the valve of missing like a flood. Loneliness and lovesickness spread all over Taoyuan. The time spent with her carved the whole peach forest with romance and warmth, and wrote a bright future beside the path under the flower tree. When I snuggled up to her, my thoughts were extremely excited and happy, like a beautiful melody, like a slowly flowing stream rippling in the flow. From the moment we met her in Taoyuan, we unconsciously performed the happiest music in our lives. We used to imagine leading happy days through bumpy time and space, through the confusing Qian Shan, through the boundless desert, so that the happy time will always stay in the Taoyuan where we met!

Those good times that used to be with her slowly sank with the sunset at dusk. Bloom waited again and again, but she couldn't see her pretty image. My mood is bitter in loneliness. I paint her gently with color in my heart, and my lingering thoughts ripple in the peach forest. In this scene, the only thing that can compete with peach blossoms in the past, her beautiful image and brilliant voice are gone! Only she can melt the melancholy and loneliness floating in my heart, take away my infatuation hanging on the peach branches, let go of my long-term closed and chaotic thoughts and eliminate my melancholy! As time goes by, it gives me many memories, loneliness and more sadness. Many fantastic passions, when awake, everything will be calm. Since ancient times, falling flowers are as light as dreams, and endless autumn rains weave away from sorrow. If you ask when you will rest, a curtain of dreams will wind and catkins, and peach blossoms will wither and rain.

In the quiet peach blossom garden, there is no noisy noise. Listen attentively, and the sound of dust blown by the small wind gently sweeps over your ears, like a wisp of smoke, like a wild goose crying to the sky. Colorful silence is mixed with butterflies and flowers. There are many unsatisfactory places. As long as you can find your own happiness and happiness in your unhappy life and try to find your own dreams and wishes, the other side of happiness will always appear.

At the moment, the breeze is blowing, with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and the fragrance comes to my face, which makes me awake a lot at once. I collected my thoughts and walked on. I see the peach blossom is still ahead, the sunshine is still warm, and I am still alone! The difference is that time will slowly disappear, peach blossoms will slowly wither, and the seasons will slowly change!

9 You, since you have chosen your glamorous life to stop, then? Why do you want to take off this beautiful spring robe and red skirt and go in the direction of out-of-focus indifference?

Do you know that?/You know what? When you take off this piece of red fabric, the pupil of this world is full of dreams, as if this scene once had people's deep desire. When you have friendly touch and love, in an instant, it will turn into a flower that is not even as good as a poor prostitute; Also, if you are admiring the image of a character, can you stand the sudden influx of waves of people and get it? ....

Please don't tell me, do you know how the hidden things in this blooming spring will develop from your dormant wild feeling? Please don't use the charming media under your red skirt, and use your first step to quietly spread the originally barren terrain. Your face on the red carpet is full of charming sneer.

Please don't tell me that you are good at grasping the essence of good roots in this human context and underestimate the stupidity of people inciting you. Please don't remind me again. Your lyrical smile will become an inescapable prison in this world.

You sprinkle it. You have fun. Go ahead. Do you know that?/You know what? You have already spread all over the world, and there is a warm plagiarism under the commonality of cutting and blending; You have put the sentimental cotton in your arms, as if the sadness and quietness are disappearing in this dust, or the disdain for self-burial has disappeared.

You sprinkle it. You're at a loss. Go ahead. That doesn't mean. When you have a false escape license, you can do whatever you want; That doesn't mean. You have occupied this cold and warm terrain. After a gentle touch, you can take off your red skirt without authorization, so that people can see your nakedness and cuteness at a glance.

You never seem to understand? Your chastity archway, which looks like a red halo, is already full of deep desire. You have long been reluctant to let yourself try to understand? People still have lingering photos of you, and I don't know how many fantastic notes in love dreams have been constructed.

Yes, you can pretend to be yourself, make people lose the nostalgic tentacles of love dreams, and then start to have an absurd skepticism under positive assumptions? However, you can't always wipe it with a dark conscience, deliberately extend the flirting way like a beautiful picture of a peach blossom, constantly use your own color to pretend indecent and delusional, which in turn makes people infatuated with ignorance, and then gradually reduce your ignorance and preparedness, so that you have another charm, and then constantly cling to your desert and false charm, red.

Yes, maybe you can use an attempt to peek into the hole to suppress your indulgence, so that you can describe that there are many kind echo messages engraved here, which constantly make people cover up your poor exploration, and then start to regroup in that meaningless thought and flash by with another kind of gaze and free thought?

Oh? Don't! It should belong to a greedy stay that keeps leaning forward and interweaves with your faint red dye; Stay in my eyes fiery narrow-minded, can not help but feel hesitant for you; I also stay in the analysis of your absurd thoughts, but I can't let myself take root in this place. ......

It seems that after suddenly having the feeling of Jude, the feeling of being destroyed is appreciated!

10 Tonight, the moonlight is like yarn, spreading on campus. The dim moonlight, like the spring water of a cool mountain stream, permeates every inch of my heart. I am very happy to walk on this pure land. This is my first time here to enjoy the boundless moonlight. Maybe it's because the weather is getting warmer in early spring and my mood is getting better! It seems that spring is really a beautiful season, which can make people wash away old habits.

Of course, this does not mean that my yearning for my hometown is fading. In my heart, my hometown is still the most beautiful. Although it does not have the neon and noise of the city, I still love it as always. Enjoying the moonlight on this beautiful night has undoubtedly increased my yearning for the moonlight in my hometown.

This is the first time I found the moonlight in Jixi so beautiful. Although Jixi University has no unnamed lake and lotus pond, it also has beautiful scenery under the same moonlight. "The ancients didn't know this month, and this month they took photos of the ancients." Let me enjoy the boundless moonlight alone!

The empty basketball court is full of clean and yellowish moonlight, and the willows that have not sprouted beside the tree-lined path resolutely stand on the path, as if they were specially bathed in the gift of moonlight. The flashing neon in the attic of the cinema is particularly dazzling in the boundless moonlight. The pedestrians in twos and threes on campus walked past the cinema talking and laughing. The shadows were dragged by moonlight for a long time and finally disappeared in the scenery covered by moonlight, which made me daydream from time to time.

Apart from those willows, the most attractive thing at this time is the empty playground. On such a beautiful night's playground, there are mostly no people at this time, and there may be couples who can't stand loneliness. They snuggled up together and were very much in love on the playground, even more poetic. At this time, they will probably read the precious poems left by their predecessors side by side. I can't disturb them on this bright night.

I wandered out of the playground and thought when I walked to the dormitory: I have been indignant since I came here and always thought I was incompetent. I have never paid so much attention to the night view here, not to mention seeing the moonlight here on a leisurely night.

I used to put myself in a small box, but I didn't know how many beautiful scenery I missed. In fact, it's not that the scenery in a foreign land is not beautiful, but that we love everything in our hometown. We always let the yearning in our hearts separate the space for us to accommodate other scenery, which may be the moonlight in our hometown, the flowing water, or the relatives and friends who make us miss the scenery in a foreign land day and night, so that we don't pay attention. In fact, as long as you pay attention, you will find that the moon in this sacred land of our motherland is as bright and gorgeous as the moon in our hometown.