On a beautiful moonlit night, I like to listen to the sound of waves beating against rocks. It's like you're whispering to me there. I like watching the waves play with each other, and your happy voice comes from the echo wall. As if you were still by my side, seabirds flew over my head in droves, trying to fly high with them and fly to your warm arms. Turning over the fine sand, I picked up a small shell, which gradually grew bigger in the small white whirlpool in front of my eyes. I see your shadow at every corner.
Once, I missed your sweet taste and dreamed of returning to my hometown many times. How many times, look at your direction. You are a boat moored in my heart, sailing in the port of my heart forever.
The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown, my relatives in my hometown. Beautiful homesickness is more poetic in the moonlight. There are many thoughts in my heart, and a bright moon looks at the sea affectionately. My eyes are full of cutting, confusion, sadness and general taste. The wind and cloud are stirring, and the fog is coming to my eyes gently. In my illusion, a mirage rose slowly on the sea. This mountain, this water, this village and this person occupy my eyes and my heart.
How many memories of that year came to mind. Like the wound in my heart, it will never heal. I like to describe my homesickness word by word, and use beautiful words to resolve endless lovesickness. The mountains, waters and people in my hometown. All the memories are built into a fortress of happiness with words. I am like a monarch, flying my thoughts in my fortress, flying over Qian Shan and the ends of the earth, looking for your figure.
Like in the quiet night, in the gentle moonlight, almost obsessed with me, intoxicated in my world. Write down many words of true feelings at will, just like a drunken man venting himself. Let the tears slowly penetrate this passage and scribble over and over again. There is such a poem in Tang and Song poetry that the full moon makes people homesick and the waning moon makes people lonely. In this lonely night, I miss you alone in the moonlight, paint your appearance with a brush and imagine your beauty in my heart! Smile at you!
Once, I stubbornly closed myself up. Just like an isolated and injured bird, lying in its own hut, slowly taking time to heal its wounds. Don't want to talk, don't want to contact anyone, the wall in my heart is getting higher and higher. It rained cats and dogs outside the window. In the moonless night, I curled up in the darkness of the night and let the endless loneliness swallow me up. I tightened my clothes and closed the curtains. Wandering in my hut, waiting quietly, waiting for my hometown, unwilling to wake up in my hometown dream. Until the rain stopped, until dawn.
In real life, I never want to go back to the moment when there is no moonlight. Hometown, you are a gorgeous rainbow on the horizon, always decorating my dreams. Hometown! I am as happy and sweet as my first love for you.
In the moonlight, you stood quietly in front of me in a white gauze skirt with crystal tears in your eyes. I kissed your tears gently. Dreamlike, windy, foggy, poetic and weeping.
In the moonlight, you are silently watching my home, and your broad mind is raising children from generation to generation. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the thick waist tells people about the loss of time. Your vicissitudes travel through time and space, waiting for my return forever.
In the moonlight, in your faint smile, I saw the smoke rising from my hometown, mixed with the aroma of wheat and the crisp singing. I smell the attractive fragrance on the cherry trees at the entrance of the village, and the red cherries are shyly covered with branches. Looking at the earth affectionately, a girl in red climbed the ladder and began to pick ripe fruits. In that delicate little basket, it is full of crystal clear and moist cherries, and the red cherries reflect the girl's little face. Cherry is red! My heart is drunk! Seeing familiar relatives, there is a warm current in the simple and honest local accent.
In the moonlight, you see mountains, blue sky and small streams singing around the village. The moving green makes your eyes full of affection!
You in the moonlight, when I got lost, when I accidentally fell down, stood there gently and looked at me silently. No matter when and where, you will always be my way home. I can't forget it, I am troubled by my hometown! Cut constantly, that unforgettable miss!