Silent and vast night, you are carrying the turbulent waves of light.

I don't understand, why can't I light a thousand lights?

But he yawned naughtily, and the sleepy eyes wouldn't let him fall asleep.

But enjoy the day.

I hope the breeze can make clothes for you and the neon lights can make you up.

Breeze,

Come on! Come on!

Watch you dye the shining stars with me,

Blowing the tired clothes of people who are not awake under the Buddha's moon.

Behind the lonely wind, there will always be anxious points on the stage.

At night, you are always close to the distant Jade Palace and the boundless sea.

Can you bring me two fragrant clouds,

Make my pajamas.

Essays on Nocturne Prose 2 In early spring, walk on the title page of spring and stay at the end of spring. My mood has been imprisoned for too long by the lonely winter day. The vibration of spring thunder saved the longing for spring, and the longing for life swept away the vicissitudes left by remnant winter, touched the mystery and obscurity of spring, and touched the beauty and charm of spring.

Spring is very casual, the sun is still shining during the day, but it rains at night. I opened the window and looked up at the rain outside the window. The rain pattered on the windowsill. The dignified lake has become rough at the moment, and the rustling raindrops look like pearls, large and small, pouring on a plate of jade. A faint mist enveloped the whole lake, but it could not cover up the attractive gentleness. As if an old friend came, I stared at it quietly, wondering whether I could have the same trip, whether I was in its dream, and whether it belonged to the fragrance I met in spring.

The rain as thin as a bead curtain hits my palm, which has a cool feeling, but it is very clear and serene. I close my eyes, breathe the breath of spring rain deeply, be intoxicated silently like grass, imagine water overflowing the lotus pond like a dream in a picture world, savor a dream of Jing Ya, feel the color of rain, listen to the rhythm of rain, take my mood away in a hazy way and share the melodious performance of spring rain.

The quiet morning in spring is a little more fresh and noisy. After the baptism of sunshine and wind and rain, the green of the first makeup branches and the tender buds of the sad grass filled the whole spring, revealing intoxicating fragrance, washing my sight and the mud of the earth. Stepping on the freshness of the rain, the accumulated water is chasing our footprints, line by line, string by string, chasing the dream catcher walking in spring.

The rolling mountains swim with a kind of procrastination vision, dress up the spring with life, and use the life that beats in spring to escape from the green leaves and flowers on the branches, the clouds and rainbows in the sky, and the clarity and boldness of the river.

Spring is like a heavy ink and wash landscape painting, which hides the flashy noise. It is a concerto full of purple smiles, shining in the sun and meeting in the wind and rain!

Nocturne Essay 3 "This night on the Green Island is like a boat rocking in the moonlight ..."

Many years ago, I was moved by Cai Qin's soul-stirring singing, and took this song "green island serenade" as a heart song. Today, when the long-lost music haunts my ears again, this emotion comes from Qin Shen, a girl from Meishan.

At this time, I was lying on the winding seawall bank. In the unpolluted night sky of Mei Island, the stars are blinking bright eyes. The sea breeze blows gently, while the reeds are swaying and the scales are shining. A little further away, the lights of Liuheng Island make the sea dazzling. Qin Shen and I leaned our heads together and sang softly. On such a night, how can you remember the noise of the city and the disputes of the world? On such a night, your heart is gently washed away by the starry moonlight, sea breeze and fishing fire.

The encounter with Qin Shen originated from seeing a page introducing the scenery of Meishan on Beilun website a few days ago, and I was deeply impressed by the good customs of Meishan in my early years. I followed a post with the title "That mountain, that water, that man". Unexpectedly, I logged in a few days later and found a "green island girl" eager to find me and sent me a short message: "Teacher Zhang, is that you?" I'm Qin Shen, Qin Shen from Meishan, who taught her to sing green island serenade. "

Oh! Qin Shen, a girl from Meishan, loves writing and lives bravely. Many years ago, it was she who first introduced me to Meishan, Green Island! Unexpectedly, today she once again introduced me to "Leisure Meishan".

Ten years ago, Qin Shen was a student in Meishan Middle School. That year, Meishan Middle School recommended several students to become small reporters of the Evening News, and Qin Shen was one of them. From then on, through Qin Shen's contribution, I learned about a perceptual Meishan.

"I'm a fisherman's girl" Let me share the fun of people in the bay who are barefoot and covered in mud, catching shrimps and crabs at will. It is known that the authentic salty snails in Meishan have no mud tendons; Chopped snails that can't be found anywhere else are super delicious; Meishan's youngest son opened the sea not only for his livelihood, but also because the cool and soft sea mud can drive away diseases and keep fit.

"Selling Watermelon for the First Time" let me know that the endless green on Meishan comes from hardworking and simple Meishan farmers. Because the salinity of Meishan soil is suitable for planting watermelons, local farmers plant tens of thousands of acres of watermelons every year. In spring and summer, the farmland in Meishan is endless, and occasionally the wind blows in full of green, inadvertently letting you see the melons and fruits hidden below, and you can't help but feel endogenous. Try one. Watermelons in Meishan are all thin, red, sweet, full of water and moderate in size, and melon sellers are never stingy.

The saltworks in my hometown let me know that Meishan saltworks are 10,000 mu wide and produce 10,000 tons of salt, with a long history. In those special times, Meishan saltworks and Meishan salt farmers provided the basis of life for Jiangsu and Zhejiang families and made silent contributions. There is also an article "My Example" that Meishan has always attached importance to sports in order to keep fit, and the impressive achievements made by alumnus Shen Shengfei's indomitable spirit have always inspired Qin Shen. From this, I saw an ambitious Qin Shen.

In this way, after a school year, it is a pleasure to review Qin Shen's contribution. Although I have never met before, I have fallen in love with this Meishan girl with sea breeze. I also like Meishan, a land of full of green.

It's the annual replacement period for young journalists, but her name is not on the list of young journalists issued by Meishan Middle School. I quickly called the school teacher and said that the student might have a bad family condition and didn't order the evening paper. Oh! Putting down the phone, I couldn't concentrate on my desk work, so I dialed the phone to the school teacher: "Well, you inform the little reporter to reissue the card, and I'll pay for the newspaper she subscribed to." In this way, the next year, Qin Shen became our little reporter.

This semester, the first stack of manuscripts sent by the teacher was mixed with a new letter, which said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang. I am a girl who likes reading and writing very much. My mother said that the money you paid in advance will definitely be returned to you when you sell the soybeans. " My eyes hurt after reading her letter. Since then, she has become a girl I care about.

Another year, Meishan held the National Games. One day in autumn, I set foot on a strange and familiar island for the first time. After the interview, I went to the school counselor and said I wanted to meet Qin Shen. Unexpectedly, I got an unexpected news. It turns out that Qin Shen's father died of illness not long ago. Qin Shen didn't come to school that day when he was the first seven. I sighed, a little worried. Will this sensible and ambitious girl lose her wings because of this change? I want to see her more strongly, and the teacher is willing to accompany me, but only after she finishes her afternoon class.

In the evening, my teacher and I came to a village called Meishukeng. Actually, it wasn't because I was worried about Qin Shen that day. I am very interested in visiting the beautiful scenery of Shan Ye all the way. It's green all the way, because autumn is yellow. It is a response to the poem "a line of two or three miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven floors, eighty or ninety flowers".

Although it was the first time I met Qin Shen that day, there was a familiar atmosphere between us, so I naturally said a lot of encouraging words. That day, Qin Shen was a little excited and sad, but more let me feel the unique tenacity of the island girl. At some point, mother Shen invited us to dinner. Suddenly I found that it was too late to be colorless, so I got up in a hurry to leave. At this time, I, a lazy Amro, realized the uniqueness of island traffic.

That night, I stayed in the teachers' dormitory, and Qin Shen came. In the evening, we went to the seaside together. The sea was so quiet that I couldn't help singing green island serenade. If Qin Shen speaks well, I will teach her. Afterwards, I wondered how I could teach a junior high school girl to sing love songs. But somehow, I didn't feel wrong that night, on the night when I could listen to the sea and watch the stars on Mei Island.

When I saw Qin Shen again, she was already a handsome and capable kannika nimtragol. At her invitation, my family and I came to Meishan again.

Now, Qin Shen has participated in the tourism development of Meishan. She drove a white Passat and showed me around the seafood processing base. Strangely, a plaque of half-dry and half-wet fish was hanging at the gate of the processing factory, but I was surprised that I didn't find any flies. While I was wondering, my daughter was already picking up shells and chasing sand crabs. Qin Shen soon bought some big crabs from fishermen who kept fish in cages at sea. Fishermen proudly told us that after eating this crab, we should not eat what we usually buy in the vegetable market. It turns out that the seafood raised by fishermen here is fed with small fish and shrimp caught at sea, and the food chain is original. I sneaked in and said that our food market there also has the net-rising goods sold by your Meishan fishermen. Qin Shen told me that it is unlikely that I will buy Meishan Zengwang's goods in the city in the future. Because Meishan has set up a seafood market, at that time, you will come to Meishan to buy food now.

Needless to say, the seafood dinner of Chinese food. In the evening, Qin Shen arranged for us to have a barbecue in the newly developed Meigang fishing village. I watched my daughter wandering around the stove, and my husband leisurely played the fisherman by the pavilion not far away. Behind him, a row of cabins built by pine trees came into view, and the sunset was shining, smeared with that warmth. In the evening, my daughter went to visit the Peak Cultural Park with local characteristics in Meishan. Qin Shen and I came to the seaside and lay down. Qin Shen sang this song green island serenade for me. ...