Modern Poetry on Mid-Autumn Festival Night

The woman in black came down from the clouds.

Holding the moonlight.

"Here you are," she said. Pass me the moonlight.

And then disappear ... a little dark.

Spread it all over, and it was her eyes all night.

I can't tell whether it's resentment or prayer.

"Here you are," she said. She has had enough of the hardships of time.

But I don't know where her thirty-ninth round of moonlight leads.

Fate never gave me any hints.

Go, autumn and I are in the same boat.

The night wind blows hair, skirts, fallen leaves and moonlight. ...

I walked to a place full of houses, and the doors were all black.

I can't go home. She taught me how to identify by stepping on moss.

Then we walked into the winding roadway (I don't remember anything after dawn)

Lost, we chose a road that no one had ever taken.

Finally, go in through a strange and familiar door and go in slowly.

She went in first, then looked back at me, and time stopped there-

When I entered, she forgot to tell me that she had been dead for five years.

The date of death is165438+1October 19. ...

"Here you are," she said. The moonlight in the door is brighter than outside.

It will never be dark when you die.

Even Yun Zheyue, I can see your face clearly.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon illuminates the way home.

Those who build and destroy homes.

Those who already have homes and those who don't.

Fate will always give you a way out and let you return to your dreams.