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The night gradually fell, and the layers of fog opened in the sight, rendering a hazy and peaceful night. And the gentle moonlight also inadvertently sprinkled the earth with the street lamps. Under the moonlight like water, the leaves on the side of the road fluttered in the breeze, playing a graceful and poignant "Moonlight Song", and the deep and beautiful notes seemed to follow the distant sky, which made me intoxicated.

Late at night, beside the countryside, accompanied by mountains and rivers, candlelight flashing, tree shadows, moonlight hazy, drunk and not knowing the way back.

Life is short and wonderful, just like this beautiful picture scroll under the moon, "Moonlight Song" plays the joys and sorrows of life.

Before you know it, the moon has risen in the sky, and it has begun to become bright and gentle, making the night more calm and peaceful. At this moment, the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world disappeared without a trace, and the moonlight was like water, washing away the filth and irritability on my body. Feel the magic of creation, and feel the difference of the moon.

Isn't it? The creation of all things in the world is so magical, but the moon has its own character, and the charm of the moon is reflected in the cloudy and sunny days. The existence of the moon is to light the way forward for people in the dark, and to send warmth and light to people walking in the night.

Some people, they have the character of the moon, and have been quietly dedicating themselves to others, even if it is just a trivial matter, but it will give people a trace of warmth. They are the moons of the world, flashing with the connotation of the moon.

When I looked up, the moon was still meticulously sprinkling a little bit of light like water, so that the darkness was no longer pitch black, and for me, for all those who noticed her and those who didn't, sent a glimmer of light and love.

If you are satisfied, you will be satisfied, thank you.

Spring. The naughty rain doll can't stay at home and wants to play in the world. Thinking about it, I went to the world.

Small raindrops fell to the ground, splashing one after another; Small raindrops fall on the lotus leaves, playing a beautiful dance music; Small raindrops fell on the campus, and the flowers in the hands of teachers and students opened one by one, some yellow, like plum blossoms proudly blooming in winter; There are pink ones, like the beautiful and sweet smiling faces of girls; There are purple, like trumpet flowers that climb all over the vines in summer; There are also blue and white, like white clouds in the blue sky......

It was almost dark and the little raindrops were still flying in the sky, and the mother of the raindrops let the little raindrops who were tired for a day go home, and the little raindrops had to go home reluctantly. At night, small raindrops quietly came to the world again. While people are asleep, it silently moistens all things.

This reminds me of the poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens." Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

But the little raindrop was afraid of being discovered, so it waited until dawn and returned to its home. However, everywhere it went, everything was so vibrant, leaving a little rain mark.

I thought: maybe this is a souvenir of the little raindrops' travels through the world! Although this idea is naïve, I still hope that the little raindrops will come to the world again!

The rest of the night: A gentle and gentle north wind drifted out of the Wanda valley and swept across the Mudanjiang River, bringing the fragrance of the orchard and the coolness of the waves on the river into Longquan Town on the south bank of the river, and gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. The poplars and weeping willows on the side of the road, the lilacs and begonias in the courtyard also woke up from the drowsiness of the scorching heat.

The breeze flows among the green leaves, and the fragrance of flowers wafts quietly under the eaves. Everything was cosy and peaceful. The whole small city lined up along the river, like a giant lying quietly on its back, is using all its body and mind to feel the blessing of the evening breeze, to enjoy the faint fragrance and moist refreshment in the wind.

The autumn wind ripens the fruits, and in the gardens and fields, look, the fragrance of the fruits of the harvest floats thousands of miles. The yellow pears are like gourds, and the crooked bananas are like the moon. The little orange drooled, and the persimmon was filled with fat. They're all there.

How beautiful are the lotus flowers in the Lotus Lake! Walk into the garden gate, a fragrant and elegant floral fragrance comes to the face, look along the fragrance of the flowers, in front of you is a lotus flower that comes out of the silt and is not stained, slim and elegant, competing to open, pink, red, white, light red, it is really bright and colorful, the color is bright. A light pink flower bone is budding to bloom, attracting dragonflies playing in the water, this is exactly "the little lotus only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on their heads."

The lotus is surrounded by layers of lotus leaves, on the lotus leaves, there is a big dewdrop, after a while, the breeze blows, the big dew drops are blown into small dewdrops. It's like the dew drop doppelganger. The dewdrops rolled on the lotus leaves, like crystalline pearls falling on the green jade plate.

The autumn rain, dripping down on the earth and swaying, is full of style, like a gentle girl. The rain silk is like a needle tip, like cow hair, and a trace hits the petals of the autumn chrysanthemum. The thin petals are covered with water droplets, which flow down the petals into the stamens.

Gradually, a small crystal pool was formed. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the small pool was wrinkled, and it rippled, and sometimes it shook a little bigger, and there were droplets of water falling from the petals, like a pearl, falling on the earth.

After the autumn rains, I like to look at the rain-soaked miscanthus grass. From a distance, the miscanthus grass was blown down by the cold autumn wind, but it has not yet fallen. The white miscanthus swayed, and the water fell from above, just like tears falling for autumn.

Ah, autumn rain! You are a maiden who sprinkles dew, you are a fairy who gives autumn endless charm!

Visas can change anyone, and the world changes.

The rain is soft, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock on the heavy concrete building. And the tiled house is different, the raindrops on it, tinkling, immediately make a pleasant sound. Those who are in the hut also have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain.

When the rain is sudden, the sound is impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison, like ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down, the sound is weak, gently into your heart, like the breeze in the warm spring season, the tiles seem to be specially set for the rain, they play dutifully, listening to the rain people will be filled with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighs. The old man has the ambition of "lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier come to dream"; The beauty of the twilight has the resentment of "the yellow-leaved tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; Lovesick lovers have "sycamore and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit"; The amorous poet has the reverie of "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight, and sells apricot blossoms in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty".

There is no perfect option, so you can only choose the one that is closest to perfection.

What used to be sweet strawberry pulp and bitter cocoa juice is a reality when mixed with mellow coffee.

Hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listen to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares, sing the prosperity, and sing the way of all the memories.

Memories are like water poured into the palm of your hand, no matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will always flow clean from between your fingers.

There is no softness in the hard city, life and love are not Lin Daiyu, and there will be no charm because of sadness.

The pale crescent moon was covered by thick clouds, and only a few faint traces of weak white light could be revealed, and the night was dark and no longer needed salvation.

Even though youth is a delicate flower, I understand that a single branch is never spring, and spring should be a world of thousands of purples and reds. Even though youth is a tree on the great shore of the earth, I understand that a lone tree is never upright, and rows of trees are the Great Green Wall that shelters the wind and sand. Even though youth is a lonely sail of the sea, I understand that it is difficult for a lonely sail to sail far, and it is the spectacle of the sea that is the competition of thousands of sails.

The moonlight poured silently on the leaves and flowers like flowing water. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in cow's milk; It's like a dream wrapped in a light veil.

Although it was a full moon, there was a faint cloud in the sky, so it could not shine brightly; But I thought it was just right – a good night's sleep is essential, and a nap is a good thing. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the shrubs that grow high fall jagged and mottled black shadows, and they are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadow of the curved willow seems to be painted on the lotus leaf. The moonlight in the pond is uneven, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous song played by Fan Jingling.

Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond".

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