【Banxi Mingyue Hanjiang Snow】
Author: South Wind
Would love to stay in the mountains and spend the whole winter. In the empty mountains in winter, only the babbling of the stream can be heard, and there are no birds singing. If you encounter a heavy snowfall, you may still be able to "smell the sound of bamboo folding".
The night in the mountains is dark, there are no electronic products, it is advisable to burn incense and read poetry. From Zi Zhan, who has a bad career, Taibai who has been crazy all his life, Lotte who is clear and bright, Yi An who is stunning and worldly, drunkard who is pretentious and self-righteous, to Naran who is full of love, he reads not only poetry, but also the ups and downs of everyone in the poem.
Blow out the reading lights, all over the moon. The mountains of the waxing moon, the cold wind is cold. Standing alone on the cloud peak, looking into the distance, the stars are clear, the frost is in the midst of the frost, all kinds of white, although still in the earthly world, but it is like a fairyland. Looking at this cold pool of water and moon, Matsuma Mountain Rock, I suddenly understood why the ancients were so happy and famous, this scene can leave the dust. Away from the noise of the world, find a clean land, you can enjoy the moon and flowers, you can idly cook tea, you can warm wine and watch the snow, and you can also play chess and paint.
The size of the red dust and the mundane things have disturbed their own hearts, and living between the mountains and rivers and clouds, inhabiting the landscape and the water, watching the wind and the moon, why not enjoy it? The cold spring groans in the lonely moon, and the frost and snow scatter the flowers. The winter night is lonely in the mountains, only the moonlight shines and the stars shine. One night in the mountains, no dreams. Live in a small thatched eaves, drink clear spring water, sit in the pine room, and suddenly think of the "layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain" The lower link of the article is not known, can it be taken to the frost and snow of the window ledge or the pine tower under the pine forest?
The mountains hide the dreams of countless people. Yes, what is going on in the mountains, who is not Mu Lin Spring, who does not love the streams and waterfalls, that deep green poem, that leisurely and gentle Taoyuan Song, covering the bustle outside the mountain, avoiding the comings and goings, ushering in the trees, lush and lush. And the mountains in winter are pregnant with countless lovely lives. They lurk underground and lie dormant for months, waiting for the spring thunder to roll and the sting to sound, and meet together in the spring.
It is better to spend the winter in the mountains, watch the bright moon in the half stream, catch a stream of cold snow, and wait for the spring to bloom.
About the author: Nanfeng, born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, index finger. Love all the good in the world.