Qin Yue, Mid-Autumn Festival
Bing
My heart is in the dim silence,
Full of crickets' hollow songs.
That gray twilight song,
In the silence of the whole night.
I'm looking forward to the bright moon seeping into my dream.
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The moon shines in the sky,
But she kept the black spots for herself.
And secretly gave her osmanthus flowers,
Give her sincerity and friendship at night.
The fragrance of flowers sneaked into my dreams.
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Leaving the melody of rustling green leaves,
Show your quiet and sweet charm.
Your name is whispered by autumn flowers,
You come back late tonight,
Pour your sweetness into everyone's heart.
Mid-autumn prose
For me, Mid-Autumn Festival is just a concept; The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is just a memory or a beautiful dream.
This is a moldy and rainy season. The autumn harvest in the countryside is in full swing, and the newly laid millet is drying in every small yard. Because there is little golden sunshine, most of it is damp and moldy here, and there is always an uncomfortable smell brewing in the air.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is full of vitality. In the morning, it was still raining. At noon, the light rain stopped. In the afternoon, there was finally one meter of sunshine. According to this development trend, we should be able to see the moon at night. If it is true, old people can find their own memories and children can realize their dreams. Because I haven't seen the Mid-Autumn Moon for more than ten years. Middle-aged people are indifferent to all this. Busy work has already erased the poetic meaning from their hearts. Can you see the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival? You still won't go to work or do a lot of work tomorrow?
Night finally came, but I don't know when the clouds surged again. Clouds shattered a little memory of the old people, and they were no longer interested in recalling the stories of sesame and millet, and all went back to their rooms to sleep painfully. The only child is unwilling, and always wants to verify whether the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is really the roundest and brightest. But because she was too young to resist sleepiness, she fell asleep unconsciously and was gently transferred to bed by her parents in her sleep.
Everything calmed down.
There is a ray of moonlight outside my window. I couldn't resist her temptation, so I opened the curtains. The moon is sinking through the clouds, and there are traces of clouds on her pale face, which seems to be a wound left by hitting the wall, but it can't hide her beautiful characteristics. Her beauty came through the fog, fell to the ground and was thrown into mottled shadows. I read her quietly, and I painfully stroked half of my remaining memories and the other half of my weak dreams. ...
No wind tonight, no wind tonight!
I stood at the window with my heart on the moonlight, looking for a bright one.