The lonely heavenly music of the glowing moon and stars

Enjoy the darkness of the night, always in the crescent high late at night, curved, as if a sickle hanging in the sky, accompanied by a star, only this one, and tonight, we saw, as I wish, the sky to "heart to heart a little bit", Xu Xu in the canopy, dazzling lay.

　　I woke up slowly and sleeplessly, so as not to disturb my wife and grandson, and quietly walked up the stone road. The sky is a world of moon and stars, although only one of each is a moon and star, the rest is black; the earth belongs to everyone, and humans and everything is a ruminant; in front of me, there is no one in the park, alone, padding, no one belongs to me, no one belongs to him, who does it belong to? I am sure that I am the only one who can take advantage of the situation and enjoy a glance and a mouthful of happiness, but I am also crazy.

　　"The moon has a song and a xiao silent, poetry and lyrics to fill the January; dyed the tears of the moon and the stars of the present and the past, play a song and walk the pen pleasantly." On the night of the moon star, all music is silent, the mortal into the dust, the appreciation of the poetry, Su Shi all have "Chen mid-autumn, happy drink up to the day, drunkenly made this piece, and miss Ziyu" of the poem "water tuning song - bright moon a few times", and my Xiao Yue Yue, Fang with respect and admiration, change the poetry of Dongpo sages, assigned to this, hope that all the philosophers and sages to forgive, but more offended, congratulations, congratulations, shame, shame."

　　Discretionary change of the "Song of Water Tunes - Sleepless Moon and Stars, Night Contemplation" cloud.

　　The bright moon is hanging in the sky, and it is hard to sleep with poetry. I do not know the people of China, flooding infiltration home. I want to comfort the earth, but the rain gods are pouring down. I danced and drew a clear shadow, and walked the world with self-improvement.

　　I am not sure if I can do it. No need to regret, it when the sky is clear and brimming. The old, the sick and the dead are hard to hide.

　　Natural and man-made disasters drive away the crawl. Don't think about this matter. May people be happy, free as a flutter.

　　Staring at the sky, the moon and the stars, flashing light, the whole sky into one, so that the vast sky, only decorated with a star in January, nothing else, even a light cloud, also did not get, no need to speculate, really strange.

　　But all this did not affect my mood in any way. After all, the recent events appealed to too much, continuous more than ten or twenty days of summer rain, stirred the earth dyed fertile, everyday feet wet, head rain drops, flash floods, mudslides, landslides, flooding, cesspools everywhere, many streets and lanes of the countryside into a world of sea, flooded oceans, helpless embarrassment; wife suffering from eye disease, feet were burned; little grandson was tripped and fallen, eyes and face were weak acid burns, etc., many chagrins The heart of the matter, lotus flower replenish water like chatting uninteresting, the family whole to the dust, both cost and heartache also cold heart anxiety, although also continue to improve, the disaster of the displacement, once the thought, really not good detailed Kan said, can not be like Mrs. Xianglin kind, see people will be their suffering to confide in, to get people to love or dislike.

　　The park is a lonely walk, looking at the moon and stars reflecting such, insomnia is not afraid, afraid to lose the essence of being a person. Only because of the body itself, everything else is an added value of companionship; if the body perishes, the added value is only equal to zero for oneself.

　　Loneliness is the child of loneliness, happiness is the mage of silence and happiness. The party is the room of a contented heart. If you want to be broad-minded, you must be as clear as the sea, as honey bees, as the universe is infinite, small never dare to run to them, because once the encounter, waiting for it, will be ashamed of the self-shaped obscenity, in the loss of the inevitable value of existence, self-hiding.

　　The soul is bathed in blood, the stare of the waving ink into the paper, the liver is broken from the hospital examination, cleaning, anesthesia, surgery, adults grit their teeth, hold up, will pass, without the slightest exaggeration and pity; but more than two years old little grandson, don't say, quite brave, quite handsome, quite strong, cold water poured on the head and face cleaning for more than an hour, only a few cries, let people heartbroken and moved to tears, medical staff also weeping. The situation and its scene, if the film or television or video, I do not know to make many adults children shy, routed.

　　However, most people worry about the world, worry about their family or floods, entangled with the tender honey lingering, save for a rainy day, hope that we human beings after these natural and geological disasters, from the root of the rise of the water, to choke and refuse, less and not guilty of disaster overwhelming.

　　Brush off the ties, winding through the park on all sides, one side adjacent to the street, one side adjacent to the ancient city walls, and two sides adjacent to the water. Street empty, late at night under the street lamp empty; ancient town speechless, thick and mottled ancient bricks, mapped by the night street lamp, flooded with a faint green shimmer, as if to tell the story of the former years; drinking water flowing, flooding water, almost filled the entire river, the rapid flow of water, rushing roar, diarrhea, the momentum is like breaking.

　　I do not care to watch all this, all of the past can not go back, the shadow of loneliness covered me, and the street lamp is particularly long.

　　I can't, I can't, I can't stop crying, after all, it has become a thing of the past, or let it be a thing of the past, I don't want to chew on the memories, I don't want to say goodbye, I want to see you again, I want to see the white bones, I want to cry.

　　Run away! The old red dust experienced, there is no possibility of reintroduction, that unhappy, try a tear, no longer look back, even from the doorway, not to look at a glance, the pain of heartbreak, only after a thousand hardships and sorrow, through the heart of the blood drops, cold and piercing, only to be able to appreciate the puzzle.

　　The only thing that I can say is that I am a wishful thinker, and I can tell you that when I was hand in hand with my passion, I was pointing out the rivers and mountains, and I was striving for my steps, I could kill them, and I was selfish, greedy, mean, vicious, and angry, and everything returned to the original point.

　　Don't believe in engraved hearts, don't believe in promises, don't believe in loyalty, as long as the reversal, the kind of former kindness, the kind of cultivation in their own, the kind of trust is not worth a penny, will only let the hatred, like a thorn needle, hate a knife will swing you off the horse, let you go away, from now on away from his vision, he good nest exclusive, from now on no one knows the details of his, his dirty unpleasant past, only in the packaging glory In, addicted to complacency, living a life of paper and gold, constantly shouting over the shoulders of many people, I am tall, there is no one comparable, I can take over the world.

　　"One will be the success of ten thousand bones, one person to get the way the chicken and dogs rise; even into the dry bones, and how? Laozi world for the first." Successful people are always different, which can say their minds, is that everyone is living on him, in the gift of him, in borrowing his brilliance, life, work, including having children, buying houses and shopping, etc., he is synonymous with all the struggle with him, away from him, everything will be vague, no trace of dust.

　　Yes, "birds of prey, good bow hide; cunning rabbit die, good dog cook; the enemy country is broken, loyal subjects die", over the river to demolish the bridge, unload the mill to kill the donkey Wen seed was Goujian beheaded in poison, such examples, since ancient times, in the long history, has been a long time, never the modern original, although the world is large, huge and boundless; rivers and lakes are dangerous, the same in the present and the past.

　　Sitting in the pavilion and water pavilion stroll, dark late at night some sad, day evening, several people here singing a song, singing, and dancing, wandering to enjoy the scenery, talking to each other, but at this time, only I am alone, quietly watching, sitting, thinking, thinking, "in a trance yesterday in the courtyard, call friends and play in the garden; drunken dream, although desperate, but unfortunately if the dream died quietly." Say you can not also can, say you can not line also can not. "Success is the king, defeat is the enemy" of the ancient tradition of the jianghu, interpretation of things are different, parting ways, can be described as a lot of stories, the plot is bizarre, dripping. Although the society is harmonious, the risks of the jungle, are cruel and indifferent, ruthless. Just as in the darkness of the night, when there are a few people touring the garden, it is better to sleep like a stupid pig; and the brilliant sunlight in the daytime, only to provoke you, swept to see the gorgeous scenery of the mood surging.

　　The fragrance of lotus leaves and flowers floats, refreshing the heart, or there are lotus leaves boundless full of lake water, they understand my mood. The first thing you need to do is to get up and face the lake, the curved lotus pond, the lotus leaves open all over the edge of the lake, although it is not very clear in the dark, the daytime embankment, early encrusted with my steps, is to close your eyes also know what state of the lotus leaves and flowers, the layout of the whole lake and the environmental profile, just as the frank gentleman, since the cherished memories of the past, is the fault, also do not care, in looking up at the stars and moon, to make up for the missing points, appealing to play a lament.

　　Smelling the fragrance, thinking about looking at the openness of the lake, a few days ago, I had braved the rain curtain sleet, holding an umbrella, walking along the lake. Suddenly found that the stormwater up the lake, as if much wider, although submerged in many places, in the rain stirring, the lake is unusually wide, and many tourists boat swing pulp lake, thin light fog smoky envelope, the formation of the lake rain and mist, the sky and water as one, as if reflecting the "sunset and lone duck flying, autumn water together with a long sky" of the wonderful, boat shaking in In the boat rocking in, as if the painter ink fresco, let my eyes, recall, and taste, I simply stunned, I can not think of day often wander the lotus lake, is this kind of beauty, this kind of let me intoxicated, this kind of flood in the flood ripples, Chung stack beautiful landscape.

　　Along the lake embankment constantly walking, patrolling the park constantly walking, the leisurely mind constantly thinking, finally, they are still tired. Thinking about this night late moon star reflecting, whether I have been superfluous, whether I should hurry to escape this night park, through the lights of the market, back home, in the warmth of the nest, to dream of the prosperous city, to watch the return of life, to loud and clear seeds of hope, the disappointment, and regret, forever abandoned Guabai country dust.

　　I don't know why, but I was walking when I suddenly received several light blows to the head, a touch, the original rain, and hurriedly looked up, really don't understand, it was a rain-free night, the sky never appeared to rain, how will rainfall again. But I can't help it, I didn't bring my umbrella, so I rushed to run, not afraid of the crackling of the rain, and chatter, whether it is wet clothes, drenched into the soup chick, warm home, is their quiet harbor.

　　So cool! The rain in the fast running seems to return to the teenage years, when I was in middle school for five years junior high school, seven or eight miles away, every day running through the school. When it rained, I always wrapped my clothes, school bag, etc., in plastic bags, bare-headed, bare-chested, without any rain gear, facing the wind, rain and thunder, in the lightning and thunder, wind and rain, softly chanting Dai Wangshu popping pop song "Rainy Lane" "holding an oil paper umbrella, alone / wandering in the long, long / and lonely rain lane, / I hope to meet / a lilac like/with a sad girl. I hope to meet / a lilac-like / girl with sorrow. ......" keep looking at the rain and running wildly, never mind the rain, wind, thunder, lightning, tripping and getting up, and continue to run, continue to be crazy, continue to be crazy, run home, often covered in sweat and mud, and then, quietly scoop up cold water from the water tank, clean up, drink a bowl of their rush boiled pickle soup, wow, wow! The five-year junior high school career will be their thin bones, 㜲 weak, once the weather changes to catch a cold body, the whole into a meal Burberry Outlet, work Burberry Outlet, body Burberry Outlet handsome young man, escape the nightmare of sick mother-in-law's healthy body.

　　But tonight's as the law, but no longer dare like teenage years, although the rain is very cool, cool texture, irrigated by wet, the sound of rain swish, wet clothes click, cool into the heart, the mind wavering, really fucking wonderful, but after all, has been more than fifty years old, the years are not forgiving, can only go home quietly, do not dare to disturb the family sleep, quickly took a hot shower, lying in bed, and the week began to sleepwalk, in the sleepy soul, I was in the middle of the ferry.

　　I was in a dreamy trance, as if I was still in the park at night, with the stars, with the moon, with the rain, playing together, playing together, swimming together, in a quiet reverie, wandering the moon and stars shining, the lonely heaven of rain, flying, flying, flying, flying constantly, ......