Modern Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival

Mid-Autumn Festival Modern Poetry 1 Leisurely Southland, bustling and dotted, is another Wan Li looking at the blue sky, where the stars and the moon compete for water, the residual lotus gradually disappears and the trees are full of westerly winds. Just invite a few friends to make wine, talk and laugh, make people thin and sing. Why don't you move on, but at this time your heart is still lonely? Two pairs of sad hearts and a bright moon shine on nine continents, and the dream of human reunion. My heart is broken, I can't speak with pain and cry without tears. I am boating in boundless love, freezing in the middle of the night, but there are a few sighs and sadness, but no one sings last Mid-Autumn Festival, this Mid-Autumn Festival, next Mid-Autumn Festival, when will I rest? 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.