Reverie under the moonlight, how to write reverie under the moonlight?

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So do we.

As soon as the moon rises, the dark sky of Bihe fades. The moonlight shines through the cool air of the night. But I didn't feel the moonlight reaching the ground, nor did I feel like I was bathed in the watery moonlight. Where is the watery moonlight of my childhood?

I remember when I was younger, the happiest thing I did every day was playing on a moonlit night. The faint moonlight always leaves me with mysterious colors, the blue sky always gives me infinite reverie, and the shadow under my feet is none other than my best play partner. A sentence of "When the moon goes, I will go too......The lyrics made me laugh and run in the cool moonlight; The sentence "The moon is cloudy and sunny" makes me wait in the dark night, chasing the traces of the moon; A song "Moonlight Song" immersed me in the soft moonlight and touched the coolness of the moonlight.

At the same time, I am also an imaginative child. Imagine the situation of "Chang'e running to the moon"; The expression of "Wu Gang and Gui" is round; Imagine Xiao Heyue's mood of chasing Han Xin. Su Shi's helplessness of "asking the wine to the sky", as well as Li Bai's feelings of "raising his head to look at the bright moon" and "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow into a trio" ......

I have so many memories in the moonlight. At this time, I could not immerse myself in the reverie of the moonlight as I did when I was a child.

Moonshine is still the original moonshine, but the taste of what you see now is different from before.

It's been a long time since I've felt the moonlight, the joy of running and thinking in the moonlight. I don't seem to be possessed by the moonlight anymore.

Perhaps, I should soak in the moonlight, rub in the sound of frogs, smoke and dye in chrysanthemums, blow and dry in the autumn wind, rinse ...... in the snowto regain the reverie in the moonlight.

Reverie in the moonlight.

Looking up at the bright moon, Li Bai wrote the famous poem "Silent Night Thoughts" that has been recited through the ages, and Su Shi chanted "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky"....That round of bright moon evokes how many past events in people's hearts and arouses how many reverie people! Yueyou lightly lifted the veil and sprinkled a faint ray of light to the four directions. The breeze was light, and the coolness caressed the earth.

Under the moonlight, the winding paths in the forest are quiet, because those twists and turns make life richer and more exciting. A fight, rowing through the long night, rippled in people's hearts for a long time. Standing under a full moon, in my heart, I can't imagine what kind of historical background has created countless literati, and now in the face of the moonlight, I also have infinite emotional ......

Moon, moon, do you know that for thousands of years, literati and writers have been sincerely in love with you, thousands of threads of affection have been pinned on you, and thoughts and thoughts have been intoxicated with you, and you can't help but arouse people's infinite reverie ......From ancient times to the present, you have always been the best of countless literati and ink writers, the sustenance of the wanderer of the world, and the bosom friend of the thoughts and emotions of the people who return to their hearts like arrows.

When you are lonely, you have "raise your glass to invite the bright moon", when you are depressed, you have "raise your arms to call the bright moon", and when you miss it, you have "raise your head to look at the bright moon". Unconsciously, the moon carries too much prestige, subtle, soft, and free. Li Bai called the moon as a "white jade plate", Su Shi was "Chanjuan" than the moon, and the moonlight seemed to condense all the love threads in people's hearts.

Indeed, since ancient times, there have been many people who chant the moon before the flower: Li Yu's "Alone in the West Tower without a word, the moon is like a hook" groans out the loneliness of the declining emperor's heart; Su Shi's quarrel "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky" expresses his love for his siblings; Zhang Jiuling's "The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time" expresses the wanderer's desire to return to his hometown. Countless verses welled up in my heart.

I gazed at the moon, and at this time, she was so beautiful, proudly looking down on the joys and sorrows of the world.

The moonlight was still like water, the ground was covered with a layer of silver veil, and the Shengshi window was plated with a layer of white gold. In ancient times, how many wandering mothers guarded the moonlight and looked forward to the return of their children, day after day, year after year, their temples have long been gray, and they still miss them. The wanderer who is out wants to go back a lot, but his life has already become a foregone conclusion.

Only by pinning countless emotions on you - the month. Through the deep night sky, it seems to see the cold air of Guanghan Palace, as if to see Chang'e's ice and jade, as if to see the scarred laurel tree, as if to see Su Dongpo's affectionate gaze in the early hail, as if to see King Zhou You in the quiet moonlight, with tears to beat out the saddest melody, the most desperate elegiac ......

In the middle of the night, leaning on the window lattice alone, the wanderer is sad alone in the cool moonlight.

1: The Moon speaks while people are sleeping. Its tone is like breathing. In your silvery dreams.

The words of the moon wander everywhere. Its image sentences, with the temperature of ice and snow and the gentle melody, have the magic of traveling through time and space, like the whisper of tonight, and like the chant of the ages.

2: The mood of the moon is dizzying and slightly drunk. When the moon does not speak, the earth sinks into a deep darkness.

Secretly, he lost his spirituality and thoughts.

3: Moonshine brings a perpetual, yet conclusive, long-lasting aroma. This is the scent of the moonlight. It sometimes.

Like the hypnotic fragrance of lilacs under your window, sometimes like the rich smell of osmanthus in the courtyard of your hometown, sometimes.

It is like the quiet and ethereal atmosphere of the hollow valley orchid. This strange aroma brings people not only to travelers.

Sorrow, the thought of family and country, and the thought of life experience, it also gives people a kind of spiritual consciousness that floats up, and is right with all things in a trance.

Look. Above! Take your pick of any of the three! Hope it helps!

I love myself and I love moonshine even more, just like moonshine, I love you.