During The Mid Autumn Festival, You Can Send Away Your Love.

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Vocabulary.

The moon in the hometown is exceptionally bright, and the water in the hometown is extraordinarily sweet.

How many endless yearning is there in the Mid Autumn Festival? How old is the hometown? Is the younger brother and sister safe and sound?

At night, the moon is clear, round, bright, clear and radiant, and soft light spread to the earth, all over the alpine plains, lakes and oceans.

The stars that were high above were forced to gather their light.

Looking up at the clear sky and bright moon, my thoughts seem to turn into a clear smoke, and the longing to fly up and fly there.

I want to send this wisp of smoke to the wide cold area, and bring my greetings, my blessings, and my hope.

In the year, except for the Spring Festival, the most desirable thing is the Mid Autumn Festival, because it is a day for reunion, a day full of affection, and a homesickness for the wandering outside.

It is the most beautiful scene in the world to enjoy the moon and the Mid Autumn Festival.

Although there are twelve full moon in a year, the only moon in Mid Autumn Festival is the heart of thousands of wanderers throughout the ages.

Is this because the Mid Autumn Festival is more round and brighter than the other moon?

I think it is because of the Mid Autumn Festival, the sky is high, the clouds are light, the wind is clear, the air is clear, and the air is everywhere. The beautiful scenery arouses the thoughts of homesickness and makes people forget the moon.

Ancient people like water today, see the moon is the same.

After appreciating a bright Mid Autumn Moon and enjoying its unique poetic style, it is inevitable that there will be a touch of sadness from the bottom of my heart.

This is the voice of all the wanderers of the past ages, especially the August with the fragrance of osmanthus, especially the "moon to the Mid Autumn Festival". The round moon, like a silver plate, hangs high in the sky, and makes people feel more homesick.

I am thinking, missing, there is a kind of thing, we hardly think of it at ordinary times, 365 days a year, it just appears by chance.

However, it has increased our memory of this kind of silence.

There is a kind of thing that we hardly think of at ordinary times.

The days are getting richer. We no longer cherish the exquisite food at hand, including a long distance mood, but it has never had any complaints.

There is something that has been forgotten for too long, but when the moon is full, it will persist in front of us and arouse the deep thoughts in our hearts with the peculiar fragrance.

Any poem, any painting, any language, has lost its taste in front of it.

Its name is moon cake.

There is one thing that has never gone far.

In our hearts, in our unwilling steps to stop, we go and come and go.

Just like those poems we have recollected about the Mid Autumn Festival and the moon, they never need to be remembered and never forgotten.

There is a thing that, though not remembered at all times, requires us to taste it slowly throughout our life.

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

On the high rises, we are facing the moon, but it is the sweet and sour days that the moon has been touching over and over again.

There is one thing that makes me look down in the high blue sky of autumn.

In the silent wilderness, in the flowed scent of flowers and plants, I see that it is walking with light steps.

Its name is mid autumn festival.

When the mid autumn moon is round and I have not eaten moon cakes, I smell a fragrance.

Tonight's Mid Autumn Festival, the moon on the keyboard is so round, the heart of the circle is missing.

For many years, I haven't enjoyed my hometown month. I just ran along with my little friends in the summer months when I was at a young age. I was accompanied by the sound of pleasant ears frog in the paddy fields. My young footsteps were so joyful, and I ran so lightly that I did not have the potholes full of heart and soul.

Now, in retrospect, memories of childhood are so great, but the most attachment is the innocent innocence of the moon.

I have been away from home for many years, muddy and difficult in my frustrations. The month of my hometown is so pure that it leads me to a manic heart, letting me lie down in the wide skirts of my clothes. It brushed my withered face with its thin palm and calmed my tears with my loving eyes. I sniffed the sweet smell of my hometown. It was the mother's kind taste. It was the smell of her father's light grass tobacco. It was the kindness of her hometown's parents. It was the fragrance of the nameless wild flowers in the mining area.

Drunk, in the embrace of the home under the moon; wake up, in the home of the Qing Dynasty, there is no accompaniment of violin, only those dogs barking, facing the home moon, calling my childhood name!

Butterflies are flying and flowers are blooming. In spring and spring, the beauty of the hometown is blooming in one place, and the moon hung in the sky is also a round of thoughts pouring in the heart, so that the hearts of many eager scholars are springy like spring.

Near, is the age of mulberry, far away, is the hometown of Lang Yue.

Gently open the green heart Ping, planting a bright moon in the hometown, in this mid autumn festival night, swaying the wandering son of a thousand different kinds of heartbroken West.

The month of my hometown heard my deep calling, and I could touch my hair like a child when I left home.

Have you ever seen the feeling of homesickness in the pale face of my middle age leaving home?

Have you ever heard the passion of the wanderers in the bright moon of thousands of miles?

Bring a crisp wish. In this autumn season, a glass of wine, sweet and sticky, has always been drunk in the late autumn of homesickness.

Home of the moon, I look far away home, sowing the autumn and autumn of the moon.

How good is your hometown?

After many years away from home, I planted a moonlight to send you a rich harvest!

In the long moonlight, I crossed the brook of my hometown, across the bridge of my hometown, sending the moon to the endless field, sending the moonlight to the green willow tree beside my hometown.

The moon is full, and a golden water moon is reflected in the river. The fish jumps out of the water and opens up a round of golden blessing. The moon has lit up a bright light over the mining area of the home. It has been shining brightly into the clear heart of the old folks. It has brighten up the most beautiful tomorrow of life.

Home, my sweet and sweet month, I want to climb the big tree at the front door of my childhood, sniff the trunk of the trunk, pull the branches of the tree, and measure the sturdy tree stump, touch the gorgeous tree halo; I want to lie on the green lawn, touch the head of the grass, touch the green forehead, put its soft waist, and knead its pink Cui.

The night of the Mid Autumn Festival, the acacia's heart is inexplicable melancholy, I understand the heart of the city's long admired, licking their dry thoughts, and the heart is still so bright and clear, as if a bright light shines on my mind in the near future. Near, the bright moon in my hometown rises in my heart, and the cream like fragrance enters my confused heart. I am like a good child who generally falls in the arms of my hometown, and murmured out the yearning of crossing the ring of the year.

The words are greedy, unwilling to let go of the moon in their hands, spreading their arms in the night of the Mid Autumn Festival, and quietly Zhang Kaiyi's embrace of the vast vault of heaven, wandering around in my arms around my wandering mind, never willing to let go!

Hey, everything is gone for a long time. The bright moon in front of us should be the long moon shining on the hometown. It really looks like "home in another country".

Tonight, the moon falls into the Mid Autumn Festival.

Here, I say to you, "dear friend, how are you?"

Take my most sincere and sincere greetings!

A blessing!

Congratulations!

I wish all friends a Happy Mid Autumn Festival, a full moon and a family reunion. Shun Ye Shun lives in Anshun.