Prose of climbing high and looking at the moon

Prose of climbing high and looking at the moon

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the spring sorrow and looking at the dark sky. The rain is falling, and the sky is boundless, like a leaden dome, which hangs over people's quiet dreams. The sound of rain is like lingering rain, with a little comfort and satisfaction. The rain hit the banana and my heart was about to break. The sound reminds me of the beginning, pulling my thoughts and bothering my mood.

Suddenly, it disappeared, everything disappeared, the moon Ran Ran rose, and the tall buildings were like snow. At this time, the blue sky is like sea water, the blue moon is like pearls, the moon shines in the sky and the moon shines on the ground. I bathed in moonlight, accepting the washing of my soul by moonlight.

The poet Zhang wrote in "A Moonlit Night on a Spring River": "Life is endless, and the river and the moon are similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but the Yangtze River sends water. " Yes, Yue, you've been with so many people for thousands of years, whether it's the emperor, the cloth, the bachelor, or the village Confucian. You are a witness to history, and history is constantly changing, but you are still the same and eternal. Moon, are you a high-hanging scene between the vast world? You've been changing. You come out every night, but every night is different. It will be round in a few days, and it will be gone in a few days. In this world, there are joys and sorrows, and you will be completely illuminated. When you are sad, you want to be full, but when you are happy, you will feel greatly sorry, because there will be defects soon, and you will get eternity in this endless change.

In June, you are the representative of romance. Because of your romance, people "sing to wine and only wish the moonlight shines on the golden urn." Because you are romantic, people want to "until, raise my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people". Because you are romantic, couples are willing to spend the night together. How many people's souls have been purified by the moonlight you shed; How many people's hearts have been washed away by the moonlight you shed; The moonlight you shed has pointed out the way for many lost Haizi. In June, someone scolded you and killed you, saying that you were just a bright moon, but you were just icing on the cake when you were proud, adding fuel to the fire when you were sad. This is a quiet drowning pool. I know this is a misunderstanding of you.

Month, you exist to explain the world, that is, to enlighten the world: everything is round. Winter is spring, spring is winter after autumn harvest, and the cycle of the four seasons is the completion of a cycle. Flowers grow out of the soil, bloom in the bright sunshine, and finally "fall into the mud and roll into ashes", and so do people. No matter how young they are, they need elders, but they have the same personality as young people. When they were young, their lives were quiet, but at a certain stage, their full vitality would rush outward, and the tide of life would surge in the river bed, turning the adult years into a turbulent torrent and returning to peace when they were old.

Many people think that the journey of life is a straight line, but they don't know that it is a circle. We will eventually return to the original point and start a new round of exploration, which will eventually be "smashed into mud and crushed into ashes" like petals. Therefore, I am no longer confused for failure, nor crazy for success, nor sad for Spring and Autumn. Living is everything. I'm alive today. Therefore, I will stick to life, cherish myself, cherish today and live strong. I just need to work in a down-to-earth manner, walk through my semicircle in a down-to-earth manner, and try my best to complete this great circle of life.

No full moon, no Chang 'an visitors. The ancients looked at the moon and saw acacia, and I looked at life. Month, you are really a hanging boundary between the vast world.