In the middle of the night, the breeze stirred my thoughts

Wine in front of the pot, poems before the case, pen and ink Qianqian reminisce about the oil field...

The night is like a wash, full of beauty, the breeze blows, and the thoughts roll.

The night sky of the Ordos grassland, which is regarded as a paradise by Tengger, is full of stars and vividness; the drilling derrick under the night sky of the grassland always shines dazzlingly, like the stars on the edge of the sky, and the stars shine together.

Feeling life, thinking back to life, many people have come and gone in my life, gone and come. Those who have passed are passers-by, passers-by; those who remain in my heart are friends and brothers, thanking them for enriching the imprint of my life, just like this star dotting my life.

Who is it, drinking a pot of loneliness to feel the Cangshan Tomb Far Away?

Who is it, Pin Yihong Clear Spring listening to the dry lotus listening to the rain?

Who is it that plays a song of Jiangnan smoke and rain to interpret the flowing water of the small bridge?

Who is it that wields a single branch of the Jiangshan characters?

The man, the thing, the love, the scene, like the galactic waterfall suddenly jumped in my mind, whipping the heartstrings and penetrating every cell of mine. Who is it, and whose door has been opened? Who is it, and whose hearts are being touched?

The Cangshan Tomb is far away, and the heroic spirit of Qu Yuan is sleeping on the shore of Xizi Lake; the shadow of the dark incense moon, the figure of the dry lotus listening to the rain floating on the east slope; the smoke and rain in Jiangnan, the flowing water of the small bridge, and the mourning of the people who broke the intestines; and the long wangshu, a branch of the unique branch is tied to the majestic arms of Runzhi.

In the dream of returning to the ancient city of Jiangnan, experience the smoke and rain, cooking smoke; walk back to the Central Plains of Henan, experience the battlefield fighting, sheng zhen drumming; in the tour back to the former residence of Dongpo, experience the high wind and bright festival, wen si like the sea; in the hometown of the first time, experience that ambition is high, the heart is like a bright moon.

In life, there are always many touching things and good memories. Liao Zhi danced, Huang Doudou was moved, and his heart was really wonderful; Xu Dad appeared, Fang Jun couldn't sit still, and he was really impressed with gratitude; Xiaohu sang, Han Hong cried, and his heart was really moved; sunny days opened, coco couldn't sit still, panicked and said love; a ming show, Ziyi and Dayou collapsed. Those wonderful, those beautiful, like delicious blending oils lubricating and nourishing our empty hearts.

Thinking back to the Bund of Tanggu, sitting on the rocks by the beach and quietly listening to the sound of the waves lapping at the rocks, experiencing the movement and stillness, experiencing the silent night sky, the quiet sea breeze, the melody of the ear, the stretching and gentle.

Being in the Mongolian steppe, lying on the grass and listening to the sound of the light wind blowing the grass, experiencing this spirit and movement, experiencing the washed night sky, counting the stars, familiar melodies, vast grasslands, boundless thoughts.

At night, in the quiet flow, there is a meteor falling into the sky...