Lonely autumn wind, full of melancholy at the fingertips, gently sang a farewell song and floated in the night sky with the wind. Leaves falling slowly in the wind exude unspeakable pain of parting in the quiet autumn, and the ripples of missing ripple in my heart. At night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, looking up at the moonlight full of tenderness, thoughts flying with the wind, and full feelings have already turned into stars. Looking down at the silver-gray world, there is a faint sadness in my heart. In and out of the soul has flown out of my body, released my inner thoughts, and quietly missed my distant relatives in the clear moonlight.
Moonlight is flowing quietly and softly, and a golden full moon is like a mirror, shining on relatives in my hometown, comforting the injured and wandering hearts of wanderers. That full moon is deeply involved in how many feelings of missing one's loved ones' homeland, how many incomprehensible sorrows are rolling, and how many bitter feelings of love are telling. Shining on my face like moonlight, I vaguely saw the long path near the village in the dim tears, and there were people waiting for them. When I saw the end of the road in a daze, it was my mother who came to me with tears in her eyes. My tears rolled down my cheeks, and I tasted the sweetness. Comfortable and elegant moonlight flows into my heart. I can't restrain my inner excitement and turn it into tears of missing, tears of my heart under the bright moon.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, raise a glass for reunion. Although the flowers have withered, acacia has not abandoned. Homesick people are still dreaming and worrying; Homesick people are still asking the lonely moon about wine. What year is tonight? Homesick people are still warm around the cups and lanterns, and there is nowhere to tell them if they are full of words. Moonlight is floating around in the moonlit night, spreading my deep feelings and conveying the melancholy of homesickness. Complex mood can't cover up my eyes at this time, tears are moist again in the moonlight, and crystal tears are accompanied by traces of loneliness.
I walk at night and I dance. My shadow rolled behind. In the dead of night, heartbreak is accompanied by autumn wind, blowing away a rotten heart. In the silent night, my lonely figure is swaying in the light, and there is a trace of melancholy in the thin air. I close my eyes and let the sadness in my memory accompany the silence of the night and circulate in this faint light. Ren Yingying's tears echoed her inner loneliness, and she cried silently. The heart is swaying with the wind, and there are sad dreams. Sorrow and sadness will spread uncontrollably on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.
It's late at night, the moon is already thin, and I'm alone with Canyue. The wind is cold and chilly. The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus embraces the night, the thick air is full of autumn breath, and the faint fragrance overflows the empty night, enriching the romance of meeting relatives and drawing the distant thoughts: "I don't know who to die for tonight".
However, there are always ups and downs in the moonlight, and people also have joys and sorrows. The moon is full and the sky is cloudy and sunny. Year after year, the next month is still young, and time flies. In the cycle of time, how many loneliness and sadness are hidden, how many loneliness and loneliness can not be removed, but also reflect the sad vicissitudes of life in the world of mortals. Therefore, people are willing to pour out their worries to the moon and place their worries on their distant relatives. Looking up at the round moon with one's head sideways, melancholy, separation and expectation often make people's mood fall and rise, and the broken moon makes up for missing their loved ones. Dull standing under the moon, quietly savoring the fate passed by in the past and time, looking at the incomplete moon shadow, I thought of a deep sadness and joy of life, and the years rubbed in my hands repeatedly, witnessing the beauty and hardship of life. Just like the moon, it changes all the time and is updated every day. And we also play different roles in our daily life. Today's harvest does not mean tomorrow's success, today's sadness does not mean tomorrow's pain, and today's happiness does not mean tomorrow's happiness. People have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of rain and shine, and there is no eternal happiness and sorrow when growing up ... At this moment, my mood is no longer heavy, and my sad heart is gradually sweet.
The night is silent, the wind is leisurely, and so is my heart. In the distance, a wisp of breeze caressed the dusty strings, ethereal and beautiful music pierced the silent night, and the boredom in my heart slowly spread from my heart, and my heart became calm and comfortable, and all my sorrows melted in this Yamashita. Tonight, I am looking forward to sending the bright moon from afar. I am attached to the stars and I am asking the clouds to bring my blessing. I wish distant relatives a happy Mid-Autumn Festival every year!
Chapter 5: Mid-Autumn Festival is full of lovesickness. Looking forward to a bright moon, it appears in front of my eyes again like your beautiful and bright face. Go out of the house, come to the garden, stroll along the path full of flowers, listen to insects and frogs, look at the fruits and moon cakes prepared for the moon in the courtyard and gazebo, and feel the unique moonlight on this Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Stare at the bright moon, make the night wind colder and shake your clothes. On the full moon night, I send you a miss, a blessing, a warm care, a deep love and a distant dear. ...
"The twilight clouds are all cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate." The moon, like a shy girl, gently moved the footsteps of the lotus and attracted my attention. I seem to see Chang 'e, dancing in the bleak Guanghan Palace, standing with wide sleeves. I have seen the sad eyes of the Moon Fairy and the homesick tears on her cheeks. She integrated loneliness and sadness, pain and hesitation into her elegant dance. Acacia people may find a kind of spiritual comfort in Su Dongpo's ci:
"When is the bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. "
Cross the gravel path and walk up a stone bridge. Touching the soft moss on the stone fence is like holding your gentle little hand. Honey, do you remember? At that time, right here, you snuggled up in my warm and broad arms, lifted up your face like a bright moon, and under your long and thick eyelashes, a pair of phoenix eyes shone like stars in the night sky. I stroke your hair like a waterfall, stare into your eyes, put your hand on my chest, and let you feel my fiery heartbeat. That is a man's infinite affection for a woman! Staring at you for so long, I want to melt you into my gentle eyes until I feel embarrassed and bury myself in my arms and say, "You are bad, you are bad."
Honey, I love you so much! Because you have both the gentleness and gracefulness of Jiangnan women and the boldness and enthusiasm of northland girls. Your charming face is like a flower, your graceful figure is like a spring breeze blowing willows, your voice is as crisp as a silver bell, and your angry look is so delicate and touching. Dear, you are my eternal love, even though it is far away! Stars have changed, years have changed, and I love eternity! If you like, my arms are the harbor for you to rest when you are tired, and my arms are the warm home you are looking for when you are helpless!
Dear baby, I opened my mailbox yesterday and received your email, which contained your warm and romantic Mid-Autumn Festival wishes! Thank you, my lovely angel! Every time I receive your letter, there is always a warm current sneaking into my heart. You said in your letter that a boy wants to pursue you, and you think no one can match me. Baby, that's because no one loves you more than me! Walking down the stone bridge, I was attracted by the fragrant flowers, smelled the fragrance, bypassed the stone fence and came to a osmanthus tree. Small white flowers are covered with branches and turn into soft goose yellow in the moonlight. One by one, being squeezed, rushing to vomit, dressing up this Mid-Autumn Festival night. I remember meeting you for the first time, also in this season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. Later, for further study, you went to work and study in another city thousands of miles away.
In the days of parting, my heart is often surrounded by thoughts. You reminded me countless times to put aside the sadness of missing, but I tasted the beautiful fantasy in the days of missing. Because with missing, there is hope, with missing, there is emotional time, with missing, we know how to cherish each other better, with missing, we know where we yearn for most in this life! !
It is another Mid-Autumn Festival. On this full moon night, I miss you silently. Love sends the bright moon, let the wind send blessings and greetings: "distant lover, happy Mid-Autumn Festival and good health!" " "
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