Inadvertently, I looked up and met Mei's eyes. Her watery eyes make me feel that those eyes set off another autumn in my heart in the refreshing autumn wind.
Willow under the moon
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, by the river where the moon rises, A-mei and I spent a poetic night hand in hand. Willow, I call her name in the bright moonlight. She stretched her eyebrows and sent a sweet feeling to my heart.
Willow, autumn wind gently blowing her figure. Under the willow tree, she, with a gentle kiss, conveys the sweetness of the moment. Feeling, 18 years old sky, round moon, shining on her innocent smiling face.
The evening breeze blows through the alley of memory, and the willows sway their gentle bodies in the wind. That night, the willow under the moon accompanied me, which was the most beautiful night in my life.