The moon is bright, dark, moving and moving.
The moon is dim, hazy, bright and heavy.
Inverted poetry order, inverted moon order.
First quarter moon, full moon, first quarter moon, new moon.
New moon, first quarter moon, full moon, second quarter moon.
The ancients believed that the moon had personality. However, I firmly believe that the moon has a soul, which is eternal in time, in an instant and in eternity. Throughout the ages, the sea has changed, and the bright moon is still hanging in the dark, speechless and silent, leaving praise, praise, reverence and faith-as a god. It is detached from time, recorded calmly in no particular order, and tells the feelings of others with light and shadow-the soul of the moon shadow.
The so-called moon shadow evokes the soul, which is probably such a loss.
Do you remember-
There is a kind of indifference called moonlight in the pine forest;
There is a homesickness called looking up, I found it was moonlight;
There is a kind of melancholy called frost night;
There is a yearning for the full moon west building;
There is a kind of friendship called caring about the bright moon;
There is a kind of injury called Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue;
There is also a blessing called a thousand miles together?
The moon is a clear and unique feeling, because it covers you.
You are very important
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Feel Chopin's patriotic tenderness with his unique heart; Feel Beethoven's magical hands and compose pastoral songs; Feel Schubert wandering under the bodhi tree, leaving a lonely figure ... music, giving us endless reverie; Music, you are very important.
In the face of those scores that are hard to look straight at, I am numb and can't find the feeling of shame. Fallen hearts can't find passion, but I just feel that they seem to be sorry for those cells that die in waiting and helplessness. ...
Disappointed, I gave up on myself, took a piece of paper, tore it off, kneaded it into a ball and hooked it with my hand. Passing through a stool, the paper ball drew a white arc in the air and fell into the wastebasket accurately, but I was not happy. The sky is gloomy, which coincides with my mood. I feel sleepy in the light.
For a long time, my ears are full of familiar melodies, which is the audio-visual education hall downstairs. How passionate! It is not a gentle lingering like a small jasper, not a sad and indirect sadness, but a silent volcano provoked by heat again and again. At the last moment, the red molten slurry burned a heroic land and jumped into my body and mind! This is a cry for fate, fight!
A tall figure suddenly appeared before my eyes. In the face of hostile cities and God's teasing, he was helpless, but he seized a mass of anger, broke through the secular world with his desire for life, and spread his faith and unruly heart in the sky. He is Beethoven, a miracle in the history of music.
My heart was touched, bright red, it will always exist, I can't erase it, but I have an obligation not to let it appear again. The wound in my heart is slowly healing. I know there is a door between reality and the future. It's paper. As long as you dare to pierce it, the road ahead will be very broad. I am very lucky, because music and the spirit of the author behind it give me the courage and motivation to face difficulties again.
Butterfly lovers's sensational life was promoted by music and became the strongest voice of unyielding feudal ethics. Beethoven put his unyielding cry for fate into music, and a poem "Destiny" shocked everyone's hearts. Music, a spirit floating in the depths of human soul, is performing her most touching dance forever. ...
3.& lt live, be robbed >
From the beginning, life was doomed to be plundered.
People or things of all colors are constantly surging around. They come and go in a hurry, running blindly and tirelessly. However, I have an uneasy and rebellious attitude, which urges me to walk carefully on the road, excited but afraid, but I have to walk on the road. Don't say that I am unrepentant. My life is full of emptiness, boredom and helplessness, and my desires are constantly expanding. We keep running around just to be able to show off. Are we self-righteous? Then I'd better not. As long as you give up all this, you can live happily. Those swollen pupils are full of hope, but they are helpless, so they are extremely angry, struggling to earn money, and finally the broken souls are scattered all over the floor. If the seniors think that the world they have worked so hard to build and maintain will be so chaotic one day, will they still have the confidence and passion to guide the country? It's just a long-forgotten spell waiting to be solved, and one day it will be punished, and no one can escape. If yesterday was just a cannon hidden in the flowers, then your shameful cruelty has been exposed today, but you didn't repent when you tried to hide it. On the way to hell, there is a buried mine, and you will be shattered. Time will tell, if you want to go your own way.
Act in a hurry
Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun, with its feet, moves gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again; When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away at my feet; When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you go for nothing?
You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
5. The itch of the times hurts the soul.
We can't struggle in time, because we can't see the way out in the bubble ocean of culture, and we are often lost between the attractive commercial jungle and the high-rise buildings of desire, and deeply feel the hopelessness of redemption and the future choice.
Maybe this is a sad time diary. You don't understand this language. Not for love, not for life, but an embarrassing suicide note written for our time. I hope it can catch a starlight and illuminate the journey through the night.
It is hard for you and me to resist the flowers from the flowing age. We learned to rely on material care and comfort, but lost our inner care. Due to the futile trek again and again, I was lovelorn and our hearts ran aground.
The freedom of things is easy to get, but the freedom of heart and heart is rare. Life with frequent opportunities and sparks has become a thing of the past, because we have lost the companionship of art, the comfort of books, the encouragement of friends of nature, the assistance of classical emotions, the retrospect of cultural sources, and the once vast ideal place. You may not have seen the starry sky, but now it is full of gloom.
As if overnight, the era of planarization is so turbulent, so fanatical, and the deconstruction is profound and serious. Everything can be gagged and everything is allowed to be cynical.
6. the discovery of spring
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Spring, a vibrant season, is also a beautiful season. The spring of this year, like a graceful and naughty girl, came on purpose. The plan of the year lies in spring, the spring breeze blows, everything recovers, and hardworking people are busy cultivating and sowing seeds of hope for fruitful autumn harvest.
Although, his first step in spring is always stepping on the world and the earth where the cold still exists. However, it broke the glacier, making everything stretch and soft, and making every beautiful new city full of fantasy and hope.
In my sleep, I vaguely heard swallows calling. Oh! So it's spring. I walked out of the house. After the spring rain, the air is particularly sweet and fresh, and I am deeply breathing and feeling.
The breeze blows slightly, the drizzle like wool falls from the sky, and thousands of soft willows stretch their muscles. Look! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking through the ground and greedily sucking the milk of spring. The trees that have been baptized in winter are competing to send out new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some green leaves, as if wearing a new hat. It's beautiful. The birds are alive and kicking in the tree. Beautiful azaleas are blooming brilliantly, swinging her soft body in the spring breeze. The little frog squatted on the lotus leaf in the pond and cried "quack, quack", as if to say to human beings, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" Tadpoles play freely in water conservancy.
What a beautiful spring scene!
Spring is so beautiful. Spring is so lovely. In spring, she gave people vitality and gave me hope.
7.moonlight
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
8. Young
Youth is not a time in the journey of life, nor a state of mind, nor a consciousness in the mind, nor a creative potential in rational thinking, nor a vigorous vitality in emotional activities, nor a ray of freshness in the depths of spring scenery in life. Young means willing to give up warm and romantic love to make a living, which means courage and temperament beyond shyness, cowardice and desire. And a 60-year-old man may have more courage and temperament than a 20-year-old boy. No one will get old because of the passage of time, but with the destruction of ideals, old people have appeared in human beings. Years may wrinkle the skin, but not the soul. Worry, fear and self-distrust make people bend over in the dust of time.
Whether you are 60 years old or 16 years old, everyone will be attracted by the future and have an endless childlike desire for the joy of life competition. There is also a radio station in your heart and mine. As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from crowds and infinite time and space, you and I will always be young. Once this radio station collapses, your heart will be covered with ice and snow of cynicism and pessimism and despair, and you will get old-even if you are only twenty years old; But if this radio station keeps standing in your heart, catching every optimistic wave, you will hopefully die at the age of 80.
9. The road of life is tortuous. I don't know how many difficulties and obstacles there are, and even encounter setbacks and failures. In times of crisis, someone gives you a warm hand to relieve the pain of life; Someone will show you the maze and let you know the direction of progress; Some people even hold you up with their shoulders and bodies, so that you can climb to the peak of your life ... You finally overcame your suffering and sailed to the other side of bright happiness. So, can you not be grateful? Can you not pay back? The key to gratitude lies in the sense of gratitude. Reward is to be grateful to those who have nurtured, trained, taught, guided, helped, supported and even saved themselves, and to repay them with practical actions through their own efforts.
10 "Gratitude" is an attitude towards life, a moral character and a heartfelt confession. If people lack gratitude, it will inevitably lead to indifference in interpersonal relationships. Therefore, everyone should learn to be grateful, which is especially important for children now. Because today's children are the center of the family, they only know that they have themselves and don't know how to love others. Therefore, to let them learn to be grateful is actually to let them learn to respect others. Always appreciate the help of others. Thanksgiving education lets children know that everyone is enjoying the happy life brought by others through their own efforts. When children thank others for their good deeds, the first reaction is often to do the same in the future, which gives children a behavioral hint and lets them know how to love and help others from an early age.
Although I copied LZ, you must choose me!