On Mid-Autumn Festival's Self-created Poetry

Mid-Autumn Night-Dedicated to all strangers in the world. Yesterday you were looking up and down.

Follow their dreams.

You are in a hurry today.

On the way home

seem

You are no longer cold and affectionate.

seem

You abandoned fame and fortune.

At this moment, have you become another person?

No, no, my elderly parents miss me day and night.

It is a faithful lover who keeps you awake at night.

It is the mountains and rivers in my hometown that silently call you.

Miss very much

The moonlight is thick.

There seems to be a distant flute in my ear again.

The road is still a little far.

A full moon hangs in the air (this article is original, please don't reprint it casually)