The rabbit goes, the Jiachen dragon arrives, the cold winter wax moon night, and the bright moon is bleak and cold. When I woke up in the morning, the candles were lit, and three glasses and two light wines were gone. The moonlight pours, alone in the cold window, the yellow roll and green light ink fragrance is broken, I want to be warm in spring, cooking tea can be thin, this ice wheel is clear day. The dew-dyed window is a little blurry, and the morning light is a little dim, although it is not bright, but it still insists on the snow and moonlight, which seems to tell the people who wake up in the morning that it is warming the hearts of the anxious. Perhaps it was the fear of the moonlight that disturbed the footsteps of pedestrians, even though it was not bright enough to illuminate the mottled pine shadows under the trail. Its kindness was known by the snow on the side of the road, and it worked hard to make the understory path that had just been stepped on clearer.
I like this winter night, the jumping fire, filling the room, and the empty morning becomes not lonely. Thinking about the smoke on the eaves behind the window, the feeling of curling up, is really warm, I hope it will not disturb the birds on the branches of the mulberry trees in the garden. Because this silence and comfort are rare, the heart yearns, I hope this moment can be longer, if you can stay, of course better. Holding the book to be read, to continue the comfort of enjoying the text on a snowy night, isn't this looking forward to a summer, an autumn, and looking forward to it for many years? The ice water on the stove is about to boil, rushing into the clear water purple clay pot, and the clear Tieguanyin is instantly full of fragrance, as if it wants to go out of the window to warm the lights in the distance.
Or to accompany the Yiren who sat alone under the lamplight, smiled and asked about the tea, and the tea was silent, slowly tasting the hot soup, only the fragrance of the Tao, there was indeed no trace of missing the strong feelings, the tea is a pure heart, although it can relieve the sorrow a little, but the thought still needs a bright moon red bean. At this time, how did I forget, Gui Hongsheng broke off the clouds, and the snow fell from the back window. Are you thinking about the snow every year, often inserting plum blossoms to get drunk, moving plum blossoms without good intentions, winning full of tears, can't let go of the poem that broke the ink fragrance, the shore of the sea, the emerald peaks, the independent rocky reef in the snowy night, the disturbances of the world, so that she can not find the quiet place of the soul, the north wind between the yellow branches and fallen leaves, blowing away the ink fragrance on the desk.
The clouds and mountains are blue, the sea is turbulent, and the night sky is twinkling with the moon and stars, it is a kind of worry that does not know how to comfort, it is a kind of lovesickness that does not know how to reply, and it is a kind of longing that does not know how to send back. Let everything be silent in this quiet winter morning, let the fire and candlelight clean the cottage in this morning, as a quiet place in her heart, leave a piece of tranquility, and leave a quiet place for the poems and books soaked in ink. The sparse moonlight, the pure white snow, the lights of the Shan Shan, the cold winter moonlit night. Spring is coming, and hope grows in the fields of spring.
The moonlight pours down, leaning alone on the cold window, and people are sowing seeds of hope in the spring fields. Spring carries the hopes and expectations of all people. The spring breeze soothes the vast earth, the mountains and rivers of China, and touches everyone's heart and the body of every creature, because this world belongs to every living being, to every living individual. The desire for hope, galloping in everyone's heart, sublimated and deduced in the spring, sublimated to a higher realm, making people passionate and eager to try, restless heart throbbing with the sublimated emotion, beautiful longing full of emotional paradise, thousands of plant buds waiting to be released, the seeds of hope are about to bloom with charming charm, seducing everyone, there is hope in, on the road of life continuation, people's lives are full of sunshine and passion, happy to move forward. (Wang Shibin)