1. There is still more than one month before the Mid-Autumn Festival. You can see the shadow of moon cakes in the street, chew the moon cakes with the fragrance of Xinghualou, taste the flavor of the Mid-Autumn Festival and imagine the hurried footsteps of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Arouse a bright moon hanging in the sky, flash its brilliance and bring out the annual rings. Memories of childhood surfaced, and the moon left, so did I. My thoughts ran with the moon, out of the valley and out of the village. The moonlight in the city is very round and beautiful, and the legend in the moon palace has been staged. When the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, you will come back and give your thoughts to your distant relatives.
2. Wild geese come and go, flowers bloom and fall, the moon is full and the moon is short, and the clouds fall in Yun Sheng. It's another Mid-Autumn Festival, eating moon cakes, enjoying the moon, watching Chang 'e and Jade Rabbit. At dusk, guests and friends set out wine, the stars shone, the Milky Way danced, the neon flashed, the street lights were dim, and the moonlight was like a tide, spacious and lyrical. Miss your hometown, miss your loved ones, and build a bridge with your mobile phone.
The moon in August Mid-Autumn Festival is the brightest and roundest. When the moon rises, it scatters a piece of silver ash. On the bamboo tip, the homing birds sleep peacefully. In the pond, the fish jump out of blue light, and there is a moon in the water, a moon in the sky, a moon in the water and a moon in the sky.
People gather at the dining table to share round moon cakes. Grapefruit looks lovely. The sweet-scented osmanthus in August began to smell fragrant, adding a joy to the reunion. The sound of the piano is long, and the family reunion is sung.
4, another upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival, another deep sigh! Wanderers are still wandering around, and parents are still looking forward to it at home? The sea carries our thoughts, and the oil derrick entrusts our strength. Looking back on the classroom ten years ago, I was a student of my parents.
After ten years' visit, my parents' temples are gray. Parents are on the podium, instilling the light of wisdom. With affectionate eyes, my parents sent off the last batch of flying eagles spreading their wings. We fought in the vast sky, and now we are thriving.
We will erect the red flag of victory on the oil platform and fly high. Countless nights, my mind is full of thoughts about my parents. The voice on the phone is still so kind, and their eager smiles are all there. Although we live far apart, we have the same brilliant moonlight.