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象大多数的周末早晨,今晨原本是睡懒觉的好时光。然而,卧室窗外明快的鸟鸣声搅和了我的美梦,确如唐代诗人孟浩然所言“春眠不觉晓,处处闻啼鸟”。
起床后,走到后院,呼吸着清晨带着一丝湿意的空气,模仿着小鸟们的歌鸣,我对着树上的小鸟们“恶狠狠”地回鸣了几声。遗憾的是小鸟们对我熟视无睹。自觉没趣,我只好悻然地离开它们。
欣赏着春天的美景,享受着清晨的闲逸,我的脑海里想起了晚唐诗人曹松的《晨起》以及印度诗人Sri Chinmoy的《Morning》 ,心中响起了挪威音乐家格里格的《晨曲》旋律。。。。。。
音乐《Morning Mood》(爱德华. 格里格)
(摄影:全家在新西兰旅游时,女儿拍摄的南岛的一个清晨)
《晨起》(曹松) 晓色教不睡,卷帘清气中。林残数枝月,发冷一梳风。并鸟含钟语,欹荷隔雾空。莫疑营白日,道路本无穷。
《Morning》(Sri Chinmoy)
The morning sun Surrounds us With its cosmic Embrace.
The Soulful Morning smile Is a treasure Of the mind And heart alike.
In the morning The greatness of The mind and The goodness of The heart are Inseparable.
In the morning Our hearts dawn With sweetness- Dewdrops.
Each morning Is the birth Of a new Opportunity.
In the morning Heaven descends In all its glory To become The rising sun.
The morning light Feeds our hearts And guides our lives.
IN morning’s Silence-delight, The Supreme Himself visits my Heart-abode.
At the morning Dawn, I hear the gentle whisper Of my blessingful inner guide.
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