Chapter 28 mountain moon

Living in the mountains, watching the moon alone.At night, there are few lights in the mountains, dotted in the mountains, emitting a few stars of warmth.Looking at the moon at this time, above the heavy mountain peaks, the moon is lonely and bright.If you are in front of the window, drinking tea and looking at the moon, the moon can lift people's thoughts far, beyond Yunhan, which is unattainable.From this, it is felt that people live in the bottom of a pot, and the high and wide places are the habitats of the moon and stars. There are many mountain shadows, surrounded by clusters shoulder to shoulder, embracing the clear light of the moon.Cool and blurred.Walking into the clear light of the moon is like walking out of the human world.

Time, stepping out of the years, Xu Xuruo's trembling mind shook off the dust of the world, and his mood gradually became transparent.As usual, I walked to the small river in the mountains, and I heard the river whispering from a distance, and the whispers were like poems in a girl's graffiti diary.As you approach, you can see a bright moon washing in a clear stream, or the moon soaking the water clearly.It doesn't matter.The brook just flowed away my mood. I also like another kind of month.This is a majestic big moon.When this kind of moon rises from the top of the mountain, it is as big as the sun, orange-yellow, and has a red-purple halo. It hangs on the top of the mountain for a long time, so tender and approachable.This month is mostly at dusk in summer, when there are frogs singing.or cicadas.There may be dogs barking in the distance.At this time, it is very easy to pick out a Tang poem in my heart: "From the bottom of Bishan in the evening, return with others."

I really like the moon, look at the moon, write about the moon, but I can't draw the moon.I'm a clumsy person, I can't make Danqing.Most of the time, I sit facing the window, until late at night, I can hear someone from my neighbor talking in their dreams.There are birds, and occasionally they flap their wings among the trees, and the moonlight shines through the window. This is a kind of situation.I think this will be my last wealth, a mountain man, owning one, dreaming moonlight-like dreams, writing moon-like clear words, this life seems to have a support.I can't imagine how the days and life would be spent in the mountains without the moon.