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The Drunkness of Writing Song Poetry in Leisure [Qi Wu Fei Jue]

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    Author: Shi Yuchun

    The sun has already put away its scorching radiance, and the sky has become dark under the wrap of night.  After the turmoil and complication, the day fell into the usual tranquility.

    All kinds of birds, at this time, have probably returned to their nests to rest.  The cheerful singing in the early morning is hard to hear at this time.  Even the black magpies, who were the latest to return home, could not be found at this time.  Come to think of it, they are already dormant beautifully.

    The night sky is clear and clear, the long Milky Way, the stars are shining, and they are connected together. Against the backdrop of the night, the clear Milky Way is slightly dark red.  The gossamer-like clouds in the sky are floating in the Milky Way, reflected by the alternating light and dark stars in the Milky Way, giving off a faint green light, just like green mist lingering in the Milky Way.  The Milky Way is enveloped by this thin green mist, and the twinkling stars are like the clear eyes of a naughty child.

    Light a furnace of agarwood to make the mind more peaceful and tranquil in the fragrance.

    Spread a mat to make the body feel more comfortable in the cool comfort.

    Thick tree shade, cool and refreshing, such a good day, such a beautiful night, is the best place to sleep peacefully.

    The moon shines on the flower forest, and in this night, the overlapping flower shadows are another scene: without the beautiful makeup of the day, under the night light, its beautiful flower face and graceful figure are even more moving.  The bright brilliance shines, the breeze comes slowly, the flower branches sway, and the flower shadows sway accordingly, which is another unique charm of the moon's beauty.  In the distance, there was a burst of Qingyue sheng tunes. This sound blended with the night moon, green trees, and flower shadows, forming an exquisite reel of listening to sheng on a summer night.

    The moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, and when it met the earth, it turned into a hazy yellow, as if it had spread a layer of soft light yellow silk on the earth.  This silk is as light as fine dust and as thin as a cicada's wing.

    The cool breeze passed through the emerald bamboo forest with bursts of gentleness, making rustling noises, just like the fine sounds of broken jade and jade when it snows in winter.

    Lying quietly on the bamboo mat that is as gentle as jade, the aloes are quiet and quiet, the shadows of flowers are whirling, you can sit back and relax, and read carefully the melodious sound of Sheng in this summer moon night.  The melody of the sheng rang once, then passed again, while the melodies overlapped, different changes emerged again, one song played three times, and each chapter repeated several times.  The sound of the sheng was interrupted by the wind, like a beautiful woman sobbing softly because of missing a distant person who has not returned for a long time.

    Such a clear day and night, such a moving sound, you don¡¯t need to sit upright, don¡¯t need to be high-sounding, just savor it silently and enjoy it quietly by yourself, even if it¡¯s frost-stained sideburns that are blown wild by the wind, even if it¡¯s a turban woven of blue silk  Being rubbed out, how can this stop my Qingxing?  How can this hinder my taste?

    The cool wind blows through the north window, full of delightful charm.  One can't help but think of His Majesty Xi Huang's unrestrained lying high above the north window: the branches and leaves of the trees are intertwined with each other, forming a dense shade;  Rhyme, pleasing to the heart and tranquil to the mind; everything in front of you makes you feel happy and at ease; in May and June of the lunar calendar, when the weather is hot, open the north window and lie down peacefully; at this time, there is a cool breeze blowing from time to time; this  Such a scene can really compare to the comfortable and unrestrained life that people before Fuxi's family lived!

    Living in seclusion means not only hiding the body, the most fundamental thing is to be able to hide the lively heart.  Living in seclusion is like being on the top of a lonely mountain. The leisurely and comfortable feeling during this period will never be experienced by those who cannot hide their hearts.  Think about how many people in the world of mortals are still striving for fame?  How many people are bustling around for the sake of profit?  The attitude and way of life on the top of the lonely peak should not be told to those who are struggling in the waves of the world.

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    ? Drunk and Desolate [Rising Crows and Flying Jue] Fan Chengda

    The crows fly away, the green mist of the Jianghe River and the stars flicker, and the incense burns and the bamboo mat sleeps in the clear.  The flower shadow blows the sheng, and the ground is full of light yellow moon.

    The sound of broken bamboo in a good wind is like snow, Zhaohua three lanes are swallowed by the wind, and the silk on the temples is messy and the towel is folded.  The north window is covered with coolness, Hugh said softly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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