So paranoid to sing a poem with a unique taste, "Moonlight at home in how bright! "Simple,
It is very clear and simple, but it tells the truth and explains the wonderful balance between our emotions and cognition.
Because of deep love, so paranoid.
This is why the sunshine in California is more transparent, and the moon on the Rhine River is more complete, Cambridge.
The more romantic flowing water in the small county is far from Diao; A bunch of orange lights were on at dusk, and I went to my home.
Just because this is a place we are familiar with and love. The warm and humid southern air town, Jingjing School.
If there are flowers in the garden, people come and go, deja vu faces, clean clothes washed by my mother.
Dress, the teacher's strict notes. ..... all these make us feel comfortable and grateful,
In the future, Ren Yuan can be full of pride in a foreign country-
The mountain can be continuous if it is not clear, and the water can be long if it is not beautiful; Campus can't say
How unusual, but because she walks by every day, she recognizes her beauty; Clothes even if
It is not bright, but it has a unique tenderness and fragrance because of the mother's touch.
I believe everyone has such a deep, deep and lasting emotional connection, because
With this connection,' I indulged my paranoid cognition with smiles and tears.
Lao She has been to Paris and lived in London, but she has been talking about Beijing. Say somebody else's city
Clumsy, solemn city; It is said that people's cities are noisy and their own cities have human feelings ... readers.
I laugh when I look at it. "What an obvious regional complex!" However, who does not know, the old man this one.
Stubborn love and bitter criticism are all due to the emotional Libra, which has long been deeply inclined.
The capital where he grew up. Therefore, the walls of the old city are beautiful, and the people who raise birds and flowers are also beautiful, even
The driver of the rickshaw master shouted with such a nice accent.
Xiao Gan's best friend has lived in the United States for decades, but she doesn't like American life and is still decorating the yard.
At home, I am more eager to have a jujube pit in my hometown like a child.
Because of deep love, so paranoid.
A lot of beauty is not that we can't see it, not that we don't want to praise it, just because it can't stir our hearts.
The deepest ripple in the lake. Just like the exotic moon, it is hard to identify with it, and it is even more
Can't see the poetry of Li Bai and Du Fu; And many imperfect and ordinary things are not invisible to us.
Come, because it is the trick in my life; I can give up my tie, so I stubbornly love it, with no regrets. as soon as...
Just as a mother is to an unattractive daughter, so is a nation to a poor and powerful motherland.
The poet's voice "How bright the moonlight is at home!" After thousands of years of frosty nights, it tells us that we are the most intolerable.
Refute the reason. So, we smile.
Because of deep love, so paranoid.
A full moon slowly climbed up the hillside. The pale shadow of the moon used to be even paler. Looking at the way home, the moon seems to be waiting for the wanderer from afar to go home, leaving only a few rays of residual light shining on the earth and moving slowly.
In a magnificent villa on the outskirts of Taipei, an old general in his seventies and eighties sat on a wide balcony. He has silver hair, tears in his bright eyes and a moon cake in his trembling hand. It seems very heavy, as heavy as the moon. He looked at the moon and muttered something to himself. The rain flower in his heart seemed to be floating, floating across the hillside ahead, across the Golden Gate Islands, across the Strait, and towards the land he dreamed of-the mainland where he was born. What are all the relatives in my hometown doing? They must be cooking, cooking a lot of dishes. On the altar in front of the main hall, there is an ancestral spirit tablet. Every year, the villagers in their hometown have to make sacrifices to let these ancestors "go home" and reunite with their loved ones. Do they know there is another one at the other end of the strait, waiting to go home?
Looking at the direction of my hometown, my heart's time is going backwards. I remember when I was a child, after making sacrifices, the whole family sat around the table, and grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, him and his siblings got together and enjoyed family happiness. The lights overlap so much, but they are so warm and harmonious. There is a charcoal stove on the table. There is a pot on the stove. If you eat food in it, your stomach will be warm. After dinner, the family sat on the balcony, each holding a moon cake the size of the moon. He played with it. Although it was not so delicious, it was as sweet as honey and he could not bear to eat it. Up to now, he still remembers the night scene. Peng Liang is so round, like the rising sun, and the golden moonlight is like his mother's slightly red face. Moonlight poured unreservedly on the earth, stroking him, so soft and smooth. Young, he said innocently, "This month is really beautiful!"
"Yes, the moon in my hometown is the most beautiful and brightest!" The old general who was pulled out of his mind could not help sighing. He picked up the moon cake slowly, just like picking up the moon in his hometown, gently biting it and chewing it slowly, as if enjoying the tenderness of the moon in his hometown.
It's another season of chrysanthemum fragrance, another full moon night, and another time of homesickness. "The green hills are the same as the clouds and the rain, and the bright moon has twice." "If you don't smell spring wine, you still hope to see the green hills and Guo." "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time." I'm standing on an island just across a small strait from my native China, looking at my hometown. I sang this poem that made the wanderers cry, and my heart surged again and again. Mom, I am eager, I am eager to return to your broad wings, jump into your arms, feel the temperature of your body again, and feel your fragrant breath; I am eager, I am eager to return to your big family, which is growing stronger and stronger, harmonious and prosperous everywhere, with warm flowers and fragrant care; I long, I long for a broad, flat, unrestrained and magnanimous avenue. Mom, your son Taiwan Province Province misses you! Mother, the majestic Mount Everest is your tall and straight backbone, the vast Yellow River is your jumping blood, the fertile loess is your strong skin, and the golden rice is your bright smiling face. I love you, your strong body and young face. Mom, I still remember you going through the vicissitudes of life, eating sweet potatoes, drinking cucumber porridge, wearing a broken cotton-padded jacket and eating a hundred meals. Your emaciated body is full of thorns, your firm belief is on the boat of Jiaxing Nanhu, your excellent record is in the baptism of the storm, and your iron will and courage to fight are in the eyes of the world. Mother, Hong Kong and Macao brothers return to your warm arm bay; At the negotiating table, you have negotiated to solve the textile problem through peace talks; The western development is still going on, and you put forward a new concept of building a new socialist countryside; "Shenzhou V" has just flown for less than a year, and you have sent "Shenzhou VI" into the blue sky. China's aura still shines in the starry sky, and you have lit the unique green humanistic Olympic flame. The pace of building a well-off society in an all-round way keeps going, and you raise the banner of building harmony; There are still your footprints on the land of the South Asian earthquake, and the Katrina coast of the United States once again has your heroic spirit; The Five Principles of Peace are still being advocated, and your voice and actions in building a harmonious world have been heard in every corner of the world. You are perpetual motion machines to promote development and messengers of peace. With your participation, the wings of economy will take off and the dove of peace will be released in your hands. You are my unchangeable belief, and you are my glorious dignity. Mom, how can you not know the vicissitudes of your son's life, stumbling all the way, with wind and rain, surprises and risks, and difficulties and hardships? I have experienced the physical destruction caused by a strong earthquake, the economic depression, the pain of being colonized and ravaged by others, the danger of almost becoming fat in others' mouths, and the evil people eyeing me. I have been wandering, I have been afraid, I have been sad, I have been frustrated, and I have been drifting overseas. All these make me truly feel the beauty and beauty of my hometown, my hometown and my hometown. There is a bright moon in the sky, the same flowers and the same moon, the same purity and purity, but there is an unspeakable loneliness in my heart, which is hard to get rid of. "The moonlight at home is how bright!" ! The world is big, and the most difficult thing to break is family ties. Your blood is flowing in my body, your brand is in my soul, and your breath is in my ideological foundation. From the day I was born, my eternity was in your palm. Therefore, no matter how big the power is, I can't stop my belief in going home, and no matter how big the difficulty is, I can't stop my pace of going home. Mom, I'm going home. Mom, did you hear that? I'm going home, great China. Did you hear that?