The moonlight of the night

Month, alone in the sky, enjoying the stars playing in the sky, smiled with satisfaction. Moonlight, like a mother spoiled child, willful, naughty, jumping up and down, no positive type. For a while into a beam of light, for a while and sprinkled into a shadow of the moon, hazy, mottled land from, filled with the whole heaven and earth. Light, enjoy spilling their own smile, secretly, the light into the window; No matter people are willing to accept it or not, they are inclined to light their most sincere bright spot. Night, leaving a piece of loneliness, tired people have already entered the dreamland.

The orchid on windowsill, drowsy attack, feel immediately asleep like, swaying from side to side, keep nodding off. Only the cold wind, gently beating the window lattice, through a trace of unpleasant cold. The night wind does not sleep, causing a dog noise. A few puppies, barking and barking. Little dog, little dog, in the middle of the night, are you so excited? Are you fighting for property or custody of your children? What's with all the yelling and anger? The night is deep, the moon is beautiful. Look: THE MOONLIGHT IS FULL OF A SIMPLE QUIET ELEGANT, gentle boundless night sky, happy the stars of the delicate glass, calm the noise of the world.

Cut a moonlight gently, burn a romantic joss stick, sit in the night of this TAO meaning incense, enjoy a quiet. Make a cup of tea, read a book of poetry, listen to a violin concerto, let the words and notes come alive in the dream. Hazy moonlight, from the branches and leaves between the notes, playing the endless crystal clear. The wind, the notes swing out, just entangled in the moonlight waist, zero into the winter. Walking in the world of books, to find that a piece of castle peak, a Wang Qing Hong, a winding path, a row of towering pine forest, a beautiful scenery.

Month such as string, looking at idle clouds curl around the fingertips; If the heart is quiet, smell the ink slowly overflow lying between. Quietly wearing the neon clothes of the moonlight night on one shoulder, wandering in the sea of books, dyeing with pen, freehand brushwork with thick ink, and setting off the arduous journey of life with time. Month, such as snow month, quietly through the treetops, with pure heart, bloom a dazzling light; With hazy charming, wow the world of red leaves. Read a flower fragrance, read a moonlight drunk floating life. Reason not clear thoughts, do not know is rejoicing or melancholy? The goal in the heart, like a fountain, high raised, gently down.

I do not know, the blooming water in my heart, whether the water blooming people's hearts? Gently open porch window, a gust of cold wind gently caress, leaves rustle, half climbed up the moon, printed in the window edge, light, soft, very warm, very sweet. Dear friends, nature is so magical, it makes the world feel the charm of the moonlight and amazing; Let the people who do not understand art, also can have the enjoyment of beauty and the realm of beauty. Some people say that "love is the bright sun, the full moon, do not expect to always have, because the rainy weather often appear."

In the track of love, the moon circle, circle, is a problem of life, a difficult problem to solve. Month, will leave the shadow to himself, will light vast sprinkled to the world. The fate of life is always so wonderful, let a person can not explain, unknown, but very real in people's lives. Love, like a fragrant tea, quietly exudes a refreshing fragrance; No reason, no argument, just better than colorful drinks. In the album of love, when you laugh, the world becomes a romantic and beautiful scenery; When you cry, the bird will also love and comfort you.

In the course of people's heart, always think that you hide very well, hidden in so deep, so deep heart; Always thought that as long as absolutely not mentioned, as long as let the day go on, will eventually become an ancient and magical secret, no one knows, no one understands. Unfortunately, the night is too long, the month is too beautiful, early white hair, leaked out of the heart of sadness. Love is like a book, must use a lifetime to read, to read sincerely, read seriously, but also read carefully; Not half-hearted, half-hearted. In the book of love, there are wasteland mountains and rivers, there are oasis fertile fields; There are bleak cold autumn, but also graceful winter snow; There are spring warm flowers, there are hot summer heat.

In the wind and rain of life, love books, to read year after year, love charm, to chapter by chapter of the product; Read very hard, product is very happy. Shakespeare quote is very classic: "Love is not a doll of time, although beauty in the end will not be missed by the sickle of time; Love will not change with a short time, even to the verge of destruction, nor bow its head. Shakespeare's words reveal the true meaning of love and the philosophy of love. Gently spread the rice paper, use the sorrows and joys in and out of the thick ink, write down the songs and tones of the tones, blending the confusion of the world into the moment of pouring ink.

That a touch of sadness, that wisp of affection, that pillow tears, that wave of love and hate sorrow; The bamboo in the moonlight, the laughter in the golden notes...