Fan Di

The famous novelist and essayist of the demon clan

The night air is like water, floating in the dark, the sound of insects chirping, and from time to time there are silvery white water droplets sprinkled on the ground, who draws the water away?

Then he went forward and stood in the field. The moon left the large bamboo forest opposite, and the clear light dissolved, soaking the earth. The body seems to be standing in the water. The starlight is meager . The glacial forests look as pale as smoke. After waiting for a long time, the mulberry leaves and corn leaves around me were bathed in the moonlight and shining with green light. Palms rustle under the moon, insects sing in the grass, step over, and the moon shadow spreads out from the toes first. The night dew is shining, and the bamboo is from the side, and there are frequent birdsongs, presumably the moonlight is bright, and they can't sleep peacefully.

In an open place, the moonlight is like flowing water. Under the trees, the moonlight is as green as raindrops. Turning around, I walked past the shade of the trees, and the lights flickered in the shadows of the trees. The night is cool, and there are people talking.

Close the fence gate, squat under the porch, after ten o'clock, the track is stopped. The head of the moon is full of moon shadows, beautiful as a dream. The moonlight shone on the trees all over the courtyard, and the shadows of the trees filled the entire courtyard. In the shadows, light and shadow are clutched, black and white mottled.

The shadow of the octagonal whole is reflected on the porch, like a huge maple tree. The moonlight poured on the smooth leaves, like a bright jasper fan. A mottled black shadow flickered and danced on it, it was the shadow of the plum tree.

Whenever the moon passed through the treetops, the moonlight and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard hugged and jumped together, black and white, crisscrossing each other, and I walked in it, and I suspected that I had become a fish swimming among the algae in the heatless pool.

Shangzhou after the spring rains

At this time, the dark clouds flew northward. The midday sun rains down on the earth. After the rain, everything is bathed in sunlight and bright colors. The dense mulberry garden is like a vast and boundless sea. Washed by the rain, the mulberry leaves were covered with dewdrops, breathing in the sunlight and spitting golden flames, swaying and sparkling. In the fields between the mulberry orchards, the barley and wheat are rippling with silvery white waves, and the trees in the villages near and far are fresh and green. The carp streamers in May, red and white, far and near, fluttering in the wind. In the meantime, you can see that the mountains of Myoyi, Haruna, Onoko, and Zizhi are looming in the pure blue light. You can see the snow on Mount Yuelu among the peaks. Most of the roofs in this area are planted with calamus. In early May, clusters of calamus, purple flowers and green leaves, the shades are so thick and faint that people can't help but think of the hut that has become a hairpin girl. A cool breeze blew, and the young leaves of the mulberry tree happily fiddled with their bodies, shaking off the diamond-like droplets without regret. The irises on the roofs of the people gently caress the blue sky, and they frequently bow their heads. The clouds that had been piling up in the corner of the sky had somehow melted, dispersed, and flowed away. Now, you see, the two or three wool-like clouds that have been combed by the wind are floating and fluttering, and they are also scattered and disappearing. What a breathtaking view. Listen, the girl singing in the dew and picking mulberries, and the song echoes in the fields.

I think these scenery in the Shangzhou Plain are the most ordinary.

The Flower of the Eight Tides

When he left the horse and returned, the rain fell and soon stopped. Spring clouds linger, and they roll everywhere. The occasional blue sky gives people an indescribable sense of warmth.

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Seeing the beauty of this flowing water, and don't forget that the flowers of the eight tides are blooming overhead. This is a safflower that is thicker than cherry blossoms and lighter than roses. It is adjacent to the fresh green leaves, and the gray dead trees are set against the background. Some of them stand on the top of the peak, setting off the spring sky, and some of them are leaning on the rock. It's dark red with a lot of flowers, and it's light red when it's slightly open. It's red all over the field, and it's bright. The flowers of the eight tides are really hard to describe. From time to time, a puffy cloud descends from the peak, like the wings of a roc skimming over a high mountain and deep valley, and every then light and shadow chase each other, and the shadow of the cloud enters the opposite flower, and fades away like light smoke. And the flowers here are bright in the sunlight, and the red lips are moving from time to time.

Clouds fly through the air, mountains, water, flowers, sometimes exposed to sunlight, sometimes into the shadow of the clouds. Laughter, or depression, the wonder of change.

Sunset on Sagami Sea

The sun passed through the clouds in spring and fell on Xiaoping Mountain in a dim way. There is only a touch of vermilion smoke left in the northeastern part of Fuji. For the rest, gloomy purple-brown clouds filled the sky, not worth seeing.

Standing on the riverside, looking down on fishing, I suddenly felt that the surface of the water became brighter for the first time, as if a fire was burning somewhere, and strange lights gradually appeared on all sides. As if the sun had set on the earth, I looked up and saw that the yellow smoke in the northeastern part of Fuji was suddenly burning. Ah, those who lament that they have nothing to save the sun, you see, the sun that is about to set, is about to return to noon, and the vermilion flame burning in the sky gradually spreads to the whole western sky, second after second, minute after minute, shining, shining, as if it had reached the extreme, and the sky burned violently, and the flames as bright as pomegranate flowers burned all over the sky, the earth and the sea. The mountains and fields are red, the houses are red, and the old man next door who stands at the door and looks at the falling light, his face is like a red ghost, only I am surprised that I have not been burned by this fiery red falling light.

The clouds were burned and dissipated. The Fuji Mountains are purple in color.

Looking up, the western sky is like half a huge military flag. With Fuji as the center, the sun wheel radiates from thin to thick, shining with the color of a strong pomegranate flower. Dozens of huge streams of light shot straight from the horizon to the center of the sky. It was as if there was a fire in the heart, and a huge flame rushed towards the heart of the sky. Flame candle day. The sea also seems to be on fire, and countless aquatic life creatures may be frightened to death.

After ten minutes, the yellow flames burning in the sky turned a blood-red color, and the ghostly aura struck people. After another five minutes, the blood-red color turned a dull black-red. Looking at it, the light gradually faded, and when I woke up from a dream, the heavens and the earth became dark in amazement.