A bright moon rises and a full moon hangs in the sky. It is especially bright from January to Mid-Autumn Festival.
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and I couldn't help thinking of the past and the present.
The bright moon in Xi Murong and those beautiful sentences come to my mind.
Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, when the author was alone, wandered in the lotus pond under the moon, and suddenly homesickness came to mind.
The first time I heard the famous Erquan reflecting the moon, the soul-stirring and sobbing melody may not be the occasion at the moment, but Er Quan in the moonlight is not charming. Perhaps, the song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" is somewhat out of place with the joyful atmosphere of Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day.
How many writers and poets have there been since ancient times? Among the famous sentences, my favorite is Mr. Su Dongpo's "Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Mink Head: When will there be a bright moon?" Ask about Sky Wine. I wonder what year the palace in the sky is. ...
Tolerance is so grand, and emotions are so gentle and distant. Later, someone finally composed this poem to sing, which was so lingering and lasting. I hope people are beautiful! Nothing is more appropriate than this sentence. On the day of Yuanming, on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, with friends and relatives far away, use this sentence to express mutual concern and blessing!
The night wind came out of the window, and a bright moon was in kuya Hall. The ground was bright and round, and the sky was wide. Love is long and thinking is continuous. Su Dongpo left us an immortal work, which will be celebrated through the ages.
I have read many novels that have been reborn through texts. The protagonist just borrowed this song "When will the bright moon ask for wine from heaven". Few scholars in the world can match it. It is really interesting and fun that a poem can easily win the first prize.
Yesterday, I was at my mother's house, drinking tea and eating moon cakes.
My mother moved into a new house before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and lived alone in Room 70 1, Building 46 of Shuifuyuan, a spacious and bright building. I lived in the elevator and never climbed the stairs by myself again. Yesterday I asked her if she had taro jiaozi in the morning. She said, I eat in August and a half. My old lady lives alone, and she has lost track of time. She said that she would go out for a walk at night, and she didn't know the way back. I was sad for a while. My old lady is getting weaker and weaker. She said it would take half an hour to get here from the building. Since then, she has left her hometown, and she is getting farther and farther away. She can't go back. Her hometown turned into a full moon on the mountain, and her vegetable fields had to give up what they wanted. She is at home alone and can't remember the date. I told her to eat a moon cake when the moon rises at night, and I guess she will remember it, too.
From Niang's Shuifu Garden to my country yard, five kilometers away, along the way, a bright moon lit us up. From then on, I come and go?