The moonlight is like water, sprinkled in the quiet landscape, a song of ancient music, sounding slowly, like a call through thousands of years, leading me into the dream of the ancient rhyme of the landscape.
The mountains are towering and towering, like a landscape painting splashed with ink. The trees in the mountains are lush and verdant, and every leaf seems to tell the vicissitudes of time. The breeze blows and the leaves rustle, intertwined with the sounds of ancient music to form a melodious movement. The mountain streams are babbling and crystal clear, and the tinkling of the stream seems to be an accompaniment to ancient music.
Water is like a mirror, reflecting the sky and mountains. The surface of the water shimmered with a little silver light, as if it were broken silver sprinkled by the moon. In the sound of ancient music, the water surface ripples layer by layer, as if beating the rhythm of life. The fishing boats in the distance sing at night, and the singing and ancient music are intertwined to form a harmonious and beautiful picture.
The moon hangs high in the sky, shedding a soft silver glow. The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkled among the mountains and rivers, adding a bit of mystery and romance to this ancient land. The sound of ancient music became more and more melodious in the moonlight, as if every note was telling the story of thousands of years. I closed my eyes, listened to the ancient music of the landscape, and felt the charm of time and space.
In this dream of the ancient charm of the landscape, I seem to see the ancient literati and ink writers, who either stroke the qin and chant, or splash ink, depicting the beauty and charm of this landscape with pen and ink and musical notes. Their works have been passed down through the ages and become classics for future generations.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, but the ancient rhyme of the landscape still lingers in my heart. I gently retracted my thoughts, as if I had woken up from a sweet dream. But that tranquility and beauty will always remain in my heart.
'Ancient music of mountains and rivers, the moon reflects the heartstrings. This ancient music seems to be a gift from nature, allowing us to find a peace and tranquility in the hustle and bustle of the city. Let us not forget our original intention in our busy lives and pursue that beauty and innocence.