Pinghu Qiuyue Prose 1 The boat crossed the lake at Ruan Gongdun and Hu Xinting and landed at Qiuyue Pinghu. When my wife and I boarded the shore, I was greeted by a small pavilion in Liu Yin. This pavilion has a red and yellow glazed tile colonnade. There is a monument in the pavilion, with black characters on a white background and regular script. The pen is vigorous and smooth, and the words "Autumn Moon in Pinghu" are written. Autumn moon in Pinghu is one of the ten scenic spots in Hangzhou. These ten scenic spots are: Santan Yin Yue, Liulang Wenying, Quyuan Fenghe, Huagang Fish Watching, Nanping Night Bell, Broken Bridge Canxue, Leifeng Sunset, Su Causeway Xiao Chun, Yunzhong Shuangfeng and Pinghu Autumn Moon. Visitors are weaving in the pavilion, scrambling to take pictures in front of the stone tablet. After I took photos, my wife and I walked out of the pavilion and walked to the curved bridge by the water. I see a pavilion facing north not far away. On the platform in front of the pavilion, beside the stone fence carved with white marble, tourists are looking out into the middle of the lake in twos and threes. Several green willows on the stone platform curled up and danced in the wind. The grass beside the attic is dotted with peach blossoms, sweet-scented osmanthus and pomegranate trees, and rows of colorful sun umbrellas are laid on the platform. It is a natural and leisurely scene for tourists sitting in chairs under umbrellas, sipping tea and enjoying the lake view again.
I walked into the canteen with my wife, who greedily paid for a packet of small walnuts in Hangzhou and bought two ice creams. We ate while walking. There is a couplet hanging on the autumn moon pavilion in Pinghu, which reads: "Wear a pair of skates, winter in Xia Feng;" The rolling curtains meet, and the mountain is behind the mountain. "The poems of couplets are integrated with the scenery in front of us. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, and the weather is getting hotter. My wife and I can't walk far on the stone road, and sweat is seeping from our heads. Sitting on the stone pier by the lake of Liu Yin, we came to the building of "Hutian". The lake here is very open and the wind is cool. Among the flowers and trees by the lake, butterflies are strolling, bees are buzzing, and red, yellow, pink and white Chinese rose flowers, fiery pomegranate flowers and bright azaleas are competing to open. Among them, rockeries and lakes are strewn at random, echoing the colors of lakes and mountains.
There is a poem saying: "Wanqing Lake is as flat as a mirror, and autumn is the best at four o'clock." It is best to bring couples to love each other on a full moon night in Gui Xiang. The beautiful scenery here is the best place for young people to fall in love. In the lake, when the moon hangs on the willow tip, cross the lake in a boat and break the shadow of the lake. There is a gurgling sound of running water and sparkling water on the quiet lake. Exactly: the lake is quiet and the moon is clear, and the human feelings are ringing. The light and shadow on the lake dragged a long figure, and the beautiful shadows, tree shadows, figures and moon shadows of pavilions floated into the lake, just like the "still" picture before the movie started. It keeps people busy with their work. At the end of the day, their tired hearts are clean and comfortable. The fragrance of laurel trees wafted from time to time from the flowers and trees nearby. ...
The scene of autumn moon in Pinghu mainly reflects the quiet scenery, which makes people feel "silent" and eliminates anxiety and fatigue. It is the best place for patients with "worry disease".
Not far from Qiuyue Pinghu, there is a crane pavilion. It is said that the Crane Pavilion was built in memory of Lin Hejing, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Lin Hejing was neither an official nor married and had children. He who sees through the world of mortals, six clean roots, hides in mountains and lakes all his life. Value plum blossoms, raise cranes, feed young deer, and drink wine with guests to make poems. People regard him as a "charming wife and crane deer" and regard him as a much-told story. The crane pavilion is facing the sky on three sides, and birds and flowers are fragrant. Chrysanthemum Melanson is planted in it, which makes it feel like a hermit, facing the lake and Geling from a distance. The rocks in the crane pavilion by the lake jump and fly like flying cranes. I stroked the flying crane-like lake stone and looked at Merlin, as if I saw Mr. Lin coming to Meihua on a donkey and a deer. There is a song that says: "It's sunny and snowy, wintersweet is fragrant everywhere, riding a donkey across Baqiao, biting Rinrin, biting Rinrin ... Ah, ah ... Bloom bottle supports me and spends a good time with me." ...
Essays on Autumn Moon in Pinghu 2 It was many years ago that I went boating in the East Lake in the hazy autumn moon. A full moon shines high, and the lake is sparkling. The autumn wind blows the reeds rustling, and the autumn water catches a little fire. The quiet moonlight gurgled, the reeds fluttered and startled the birds, and the autumn night was deeper. Reed shakes the night bird, and autumn leaves the willow shadow.
In autumn, people often like to climb to the mountains to see autumn colors, fallen leaves and frost leaves. In fact, the beauty of autumn should be more in the rivers and lakes. When Meng Haoran wrote "On Autumn Country-specific Mountains" for Zhang, he unconsciously wrote that it was a long way to climb the mountain. Therefore, the beauty of autumn should be more in the banks of autumn wind, rivers in autumn rain and lakes in autumn moon. Autumn moon on Xizi Lake; The full moon on Kunming Lake once made tourists linger.
Life is like a ship, always changing its anchorage. There is no lake where we stop now, so we can't see the autumn moon on the lake in autumn. The beauty of willow shadows in Pinghu autumn moon can only be felt in dreams. In this way, whenever the moon is full, I have a picture in my heart. On a moonlit night, I was standing alone by the lake. The moonlight was hazy and misty.
This autumn, I went to the East Lake to enjoy the moon. The wind was light and the night was heavy. Standing by the lake, I just saw a full moon rising from the willow tip, and the faint moonlight seeped in from the corner of the house, overflowing from the branches on the cliff and quietly peeping at the lake. Every day is wrapped in white, and the peace is beyond words.
Boating on the lake on a moonlit night. Feng shui is cool, and autumn night is cool. Let the boat float quietly on the lake and go with the flow. In the distance, the fishing fire that comes to close the net at night is flashing, and the paddles are squeaking and banging. Hazy moonlit night, misty lake light, canoeing across a wild duck lake. Pinghu moonlit night is picturesque, with one less too light and one more too thick.
The canoe drifted to Liu Yin in the wind. It is a long memory to untie Liu Yin and chase the moonlight. The boat floated gently, fluttered gently and swayed gently. Just like the singer sang,' Brother Moon, come with me, and I will float the fish basket on the lake'. The boat rocked on the moonlight-filled bridge. Look at the boat under the moon, floating in the middle of the water. Floating, floating, swinging, swinging on the bridge full of moonlight. A long time ago, I rowed a boat to float on the lake at night and cast a net on the lake at night. Time goes by quietly, and life goes by in a hurry. Life is hard to get old, but the full moon is not old.
The moonlight is long, the boat is long, and the dike extends forward in the moonlight, and the farther it is, the more elusive it is. The autumn night is as cool as water, a bright moon looks up, and white clouds cross the sky. Overlooking the lake, it is particularly quiet on this moonlit night. There is no human voice in the autumn moon in Pinghu, as if there is no secular complexity in this world, only the sleeping earth is accompanied by the lake moon and the nearby Liuying Lake Beach.
Jathyapple is sinking, and you can already hear the birds flapping their wings. It's already a little blue, and dawn is just around the corner. The fetus moves before dawn, and the autumn moon in Pinghu is about to go.
Autumn moon Pinghu is hazy, and everything on the shore and between heaven and earth is silvery white. Autumn becomes the most beautiful this night. This hazy moonlight, in this autumn night, in this wonderful autumn water, is beautiful. Rows of weeping willows are arranged by the lake in the moonlight, like the most veiled bride, and Tingting can't tell her eyebrows. The bright autumn moon reveals the charm of Pinghu and cleanses people's hearts.
Under the squall cable Liu Yin, I hurried to look at the moonlight. Pinghu Autumn Moon, Autumn Moon Pinghu, Liu Yin, sparkling, autumn moon Pinghu swinging willow shadows.
Pinghu Qiuyue Prose 3 Pinghu Qiuyue is a bright moon that falls on my mind.
In the Tang Dynasty, the Hope Lake Pavilion was built here. During the reign of Emperor Kangxi, the Imperial Bookstore was built in the former site of Wang Huting, and the front desk of the building was renamed Pinghu Qiuyue.
Sun Ruiyou in the Southern Song Dynasty: The moon is cold and the spring doesn't flow, so where can I go boating and eulogize?
The ancestors of Hong Zhan in the Ming Dynasty were: the autumn Ge people climbed the waves and wrinkled, and the dust in the mirror of Xianshan Pavilion.
It is not difficult to see from the poems chanted by scholars in past dynasties that the beauty of this scene lies in autumn, moon and boat.
The autumn moon is bright, and they go boating on the lake together, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and watching the Lingboqi God ship come and go. The evening breeze is cool at the beginning, the moon is as clean as frost, the camphor trees are deep, and the pavilions are misty.
I would like to dream back to the former dynasty, the woman holding the pole in that painting. On the lake with bright autumn moon and printed waves, on the boat full of wind and rain, send tourists from south to north to wander in the lakes and mountains, or sing a song of sunset, or whisper about the past life of the West Lake.
Lake water soup, the ship has set sail.
There are many kinds of ancient ships in the West Lake, among which I like four best.
The first one can be used by two or four people and has no roof. Suitable for sunny days, but it is best to board the ship on a moonlit night. Looking from a distance, there is quite a sense of boat.
The second type can only accommodate two or four people, with a small coffee table in the middle for tourists to taste tea and eat fruit. The roof is white canvas with blue lace, which is especially suitable for light rain. I especially like cotton seats with blue background and white flowers, which is my favorite style with country flavor.
The third kind of slightly larger painting boat, its name is also exciting, or stunning or beautiful, echoing the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. Red-violet, bai ling, Bibo and Green Willow. Just like that reddish wooden painting boat, it has been polished smooth and shiny by the years.
The last one is the luxury building outside the building. Parked on the shore, at first glance thought it was a pavilion. Its appearance and color, like the Wu Ting Bridge in the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, are resplendent. Especially when it walks on the lake, you will feel it is like an island. Through several weeping willows, the West Lake looks bright.
On the way from Pinghu Qiuyue to Fengbo Pavilion, there are flowers, trees and hazelnuts all the way, and the sun is shaded by the thick shade, as if blocking the bloody rain that once fell in Fengbo Pavilion. Maple shows its rich colors at the water's edge, the sun flies through it, flashing the coolness of time, and all kinds of flowers and plants on the roadside. Everything that catches my eye is green, light green, dark green, dark green, dark green, overlapping with each other.
In this way, I stopped by the West Lake to clear my mind and watch my life. Tired, I will sit by the lake, avoid the crowds, take out my books and enjoy this time quietly. This is my habit. Every time I leave, I take a book with me. I like this feeling, as quiet as water drops. When the wind blows, floating flocs fall on the grass and spread a thick layer; It hung in mid-air, like snowflakes, fell on my clothes and between the pages, and the red dust was thrown out of the clouds.
The West Lake is so beautiful that it is poetic to bow your head, look up and raise your hand.
Many times, I choose to walk, just want to stand outside the city wall and listen to the sound of dripping water in my heart. I walked slowly and took a lot of pictures. The spring, summer, autumn and winter in this landscape are the daily necessities that I passed by ordinary people, but they are the best and most worthwhile memories that I have kept for half my life.
The fourth essay of Pinghu Qiuyue: The world of mortals has a dream, how much innocence has been lost and how many opportunities have been missed? How many passers-by give up halfway in those words that have scattered the fragrance of history? Sprinkle a season of wheat straw; How many stories have no endings? The bitterness in the ci poetry of Song Dynasty; Affectionate since ancient times, came and went unconsciously, immersed in the old spring flowers and autumn moon, exulted in the dancing youth, and wrote a series of poems and paintings lingering in the West Lake. I wonder what year it was yesterday.
Petals fall into the sky, the colorful colors of fleeting time, the cold moonlight, the frost passion of the years, and the lingering feelings of boating in the West Lake before and after the flowers are all collected in the glass bottle of memory by time, waiting for the dissolution of your purple eyes. ...
Wandering for half a life, clinging to life, causing elegant acacia, this eternal yearning has crossed light years and waited for thousands of years.
Bloom flowers fall, the world of mortals dies, and spring and autumn are coming. Time buried the feelings like smoke, but the memory clearly remembered the past, collected scattered fragments and reorganized the ancient and beautiful vows. ...
In the old days, Yuhang, the southern foot of the lonely mountain, the autumn moon in Pinghu, the elevated Ling Bo, overlooking the window, the cold spring in the moon, the exquisite water downstairs, the lake pavilion, the elegant white dress, the thin gown in spring, playing the harmonious tune of harps and harps, smiling at the lake and moon, accompanied by the world of mortals, lingering wings and infatuation for several years; Looking around, the traces of the whole city of Zhu Shazhi are illusory, which has made human customs and rippled the ancient morning and evening.
The flute is melodious, the piano is melancholy, the songs complement each other and linger, the moonlight is swaying, the eyebrows are raised, and the birds are whispering. Who guarantees a lifetime of prosperity? Who promises whose land will last forever? West Lake Store Showing Strange Love ...
In this life, I drew a prison for you, which imprisoned my love for you, decadent my whole body, lost my passion, ran aground in the world of mortals, turned my thoughts into soft fingers, restrained my gossip and worries, and never thought about it, which made me unforgettable; A kind of leisure, writing flowers, inkstone full of elegant ink, filling in half a roll of clear words, singing your beautiful image drifting away, rhyming with sadness.
The dust man hates the world, the autumn moon grows in Pinghu, and the shadows under the oil-paper umbrella depend on each other. It's already the old scene, laughter and fragrance, and drunkenness around the lonely pavilion. Who will spend these years here? Xiao Feng and the waning moon fireworks are cold. ...
A dream of a piano and a flute, the sky flies like smoke, and the charming time can't defeat the wind, the sword or the years. How long has the beauty been lingering? Spring has gone, and a strand of acacia has not been broken, turning into an empty sorrow, adding another beautiful and sad legend.
At first glance, the lake was full of smoke and waves. Leng Yue hung in the middle of the lake alone and shed a lot of sadness. The world of mortals is heartbroken, lonely, and the sleeves are lonely, so I revisit the old place, wander alone, sigh the bright moon, invite the wind as a companion, and engrave the vicissitudes on my face as soon as possible.
Yesterday, who was obsessed with whom and who lingered for whom? Who writes poems for whom? Who sings and dances for whom?
Today, who is sad for whom? Who is heartbroken for whom? Who's waiting for who? Who killed for whom?
Gu Ying Yan Liu, who can solve this desolation? Looking for three generations is just a dream in the world of mortals. The wind blows the lake and rains, and the mountains and Leng Yue are cold. Looking at the past, water is not water, and the moon is not the moon. They are all prosperous in the mirror, and a sigh ends the Millennium. ...