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First, the moon is like gardenia and smells like autumn.
There is always a moon-like gardenia in autumn, which makes me crazy. To me, autumn is like an elegant gardenia. After a night, leave a touch of the most familiar and clear golden color.
The rain outside the window is soft. That pure flower is still trying to grow, and the pure breath floating out is as pure as a virgin.
Thinking of the beautiful wild gardenia on the mountain when I was a child always brings me endless reverie. Sometimes a butterfly dances and stays on the gardenia leaf to talk about it in detail. Every evening, the sunset glow will begin to cover it with thin gauze, waiting for the invitation of moonlight. Gardenia is kind and will never forget to shine like glass. When the wind blows out, there is always a shy cycle of music. In this wonderful flute, every touch of moonlight will dance like a lively and cheerful elf.
Because of the beauty of the bright moon, the beauty of gardenia has become unreserved, and the subtle beauty is filled with subtle happiness. The moodiness of autumn makes time slowly wait for a gardenia and kiss a touch of moonlight until dawn. Whether my desire turns into ice tears and floats over the green leaves of gardenia, I still live in a dream. I like to wash my mind with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The memory I wrote seems to leave only the memory of gardenia, which crosses the bright moon and the breeze and causes ripples in my heart. ...
Nowadays, the gardenia in the back of my hometown has become an unsolved mystery with the passage of time, leaving a mature bright moon hanging high in the night sky. Back home, I always stare at the sky casually after dinner. In the vast expanse, I seem to be watching this autumn with a faint moonlight, and the fragrance of gardenia is hidden in my heart. ...
Second, deep in the moonlight, count the fleeting time.
Recalling the clear moon, there is always a gentleman's breath in the dim shadow.
"Moon", a word that was often mentioned when I was a child, has not touched its temperature for six years now. Since my father died, the moon is as confusing as a dream. Every time I am silent outside the window, every time I feel tired, I miss the colors in my dreams.
When the Mid-Autumn Festival comes every year, it is the time when the bright moon mourns. The moon is round and missing, and it is round and missing every year, but this day is the most round. I often hear grandma say that on the day when the moon is full, I give what I want to say to people far away, and they will hear me. I often naively shout, "Mom and Dad, when will you go home?" It often leads to grandma's happy voice, and now I can't help crying when I recall it. At that time, I was looking forward to the joy of the Mid-Autumn Festival evening. Even though I know I made up a beautiful lie, I still like waiting day by day.
I didn't know the moon was walking gently until I grew up. The moon is sometimes like people. Leaving early this time after my father's death made me sad again. In that unforgettable day, I like to walk to a secluded corner alone, like a lost child. Suddenly I am far away from the person I love. At that time, I knew that there was nothing more painful in the world than losing my loved ones, so I always pinned my hopes on the real bright moon.
In the following years, with a simple wish, I survived the most difficult days. I remember when I first came to a big city, waving the golden color of my hometown in September with anticipation. Everything is strange in the hurry. In a strange city, the moon is always lonely at night.
The moon that I miss silently is still there. In the face of that fragile moonlight, I sometimes burst into tears. Looking at the mature face in the moonlight, I firmly believe that this is the truest moon.
Third, the bright moon and autumn are reluctant to part.
The lingering autumn leaves a clear moon.
Late at night, I looked up at the sky and imagined myself as a touch of moonlight. I want to touch the bright moon-like autumn, touch the refreshing autumn wind, and remember the clarity and carefree in the boundless; How I want late autumn to be like a bright moon, kiss clear autumn water and hide safely in the dark.
When I was young, I often said, "Is there frost in the moonlight beside the bed?" . At that time, I only knew that it was homesickness. Now, with the growth of age, the bright moon is not just that simple. When the beautiful and fruitful autumn comes, when the moon is the brightest and roundest, my tired heart lies in bed, let time flow through my hair slowly, and the moonlight will secretly climb up my cheeks and spread to my heart without stint.
The bright moon is the key to my soul, which often opens autumn fairy tales for me. To avoid wasting time, I often sew autumn like water. Now, the moon on the horizon is still an obsession and a belief. For many days, it was my honor to face it with gold. Looking forward to dancing in autumn, so that the clear shadow, bright moon is still light when the dust settles, accompanied by an honest heart, reluctant to part. ...
Fourth, the moon is white and the autumn is warm.
"There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". The moon is clear and open-minded, and it washes away all the dust. A bright moon is the best blank space in autumn.
Autumn is warm in the eyes of dreams, without much confusion. There is a bright moon on a sentimental night, accompanied by many hidden worries, and golden autumn is its best antidote. If the reflection of autumn will bloom into a flower, it must be the bright moon. The bright moon is drunk and clear, and the bright moon in Yaochi reflects.
This is the season most worthy of the moon's favor, and the round shape is like the best warm autumn. Both the rice fields in the countryside and the shadow of the bright moon will be dyed yellow one by one in this season. The fragrance from nature exudes the unique warmth of early autumn. I sometimes think that the warmth of the soul is to give birth to fantasy and hope in the moonlight. The round moon is like a silent hymn, praising the beautiful face in autumn and bringing me endless wonderful thoughts.
In the golden autumn, every bright light leaves a burst of warmth, telling the favorite autumn, while the moon quietly imagines its past blank. Facing the golden color of September, Yue Ming has too much to say, and the autumn it expects also makes it round and high in the sky.
After the reincarnation of the four seasons, autumn played a song and scattered it to the bright moon in the clouds. Every autumn is the most beautiful fairy tale, and the moon is the most beautiful protagonist. Stopping in the corner of autumn, every fallen leaf is deep, and through the gap of moonlight, pages of autumn fairy tales are constantly being written. ...