Love Mid Autumn Festival

This is the first time that I have been so absorbed in watching it. Moon Under the coerce of clouds, it is still clear, like a streamer in the sea. I am like a lonely record, standing in front of the window with reverent eyes, looking at the light overflowing from the firmament with deep eyes. In my heart, I read the green train that can take me home. This Mid Autumn Festival is a little reunion.

When entering the room to collect clothes, the moon was obscured by clouds, and no silk was left out. Just now the dim city lights lit up at this moment. The city suddenly restored its exclusive magnificence. The bright moonlight, like a dream left behind, came back, and she still did not appear.

A person sitting in the room is like sitting in meditation, and the rich city breath outside the window is irrelevant. I don't know if there's a mixture of prosperity and intoxication in my house. No intention to appreciate, nor to find. I like to keep my quiet world and shut the door, and the world has nothing to do with myself.

Perhaps it is too long to live outside, and my heart starts to feel homesick. At first, I miss those happy and happy childhood, and then I miss my mother. If you don't like festivals, you should have a kind of inner proud person. plot It seems that the festival is a cruel analysis. When you are alone, you are more reluctant to celebrate this mid autumn festival reunion.

The more lonely I feel, the closer my heart is to where I feel warm. And that warm place is home.

To return home is the hope and fear of every wanderer. Looking forward to, is looking forward to seeing a long separated family member; afraid, is afraid of being unable to face the long-standing local conditions.

The heat and heat of summer are too long. So with the Mid Autumn Festival and reunion, people's hearts are full. People who can understand this mid autumn festival should look down on love and hate, and such a day when they are rendered by the world to enjoy the joys and sorrows of life, he is so calm in looking at all this. I admire it, at least I have fallen into the habit before.

The lights of the lights have been collected. The city is at night, and some people's cities can sleep. After August, I was still like a wanderer on my first journey, guarding this cold city, and the restlessness in my heart is like the cicada sound that vanished. Long and long uneasiness, as the cool breeze rises and falls, it hits and falls in the heart.

Accustomed to a person's journey north and south, in recent years, has never stopped to count their gains and losses. When I thought about it, I found that there was no way to clear up the gain or loss. Not much, too much, but a knot in my heart, like a rotten wood that is about to carbonized. I dare not move out of the table, nor dare to bump into it. For a long time, it became more chaotic, and there was no way to clean it up.

As the lights went down, the moon lit up and filled the whole sky. The city and the sky reflect each other in such a night. Each driving bus carries a different night's return. Some people stay in the city to rest, some people carry their bags on their backs.

People can sleep under the lights. The moon is not yet round, and the dream is still waiting for that. The moon is round. At night, around the table, raise the glass, and wish a little reunion.