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Mid Autumn Festival, Miss Into War

2011/9/10 15:35:00 43

Lonesome

Moonlit night

The lonely mood, lonely me, curled up in the dark corner of the bed, sighed and sighed, and recalled my thoughts back to my eyes. Through the hazy window of the curtains, the moon looked like a disc, and the shadow of the trees was dancing, the autumn wind was blowing, and the mottled moonlight was swaying.

The wind that soaked into the room swept over me.

Tonight, with the light of peace, I know clearly that it is mid autumn festival again.

The Mid Autumn Festival is a beautiful and sad old legend. Chang e Hou Yi has always been deeply sentimental, but has fallen far away from the horizon. It has been lingering before and after the flowers. It has never been cut off for thousands of years.

Telling the world the eternal grievances.

Tonight, the moon is round, and the sorrow is still full, and the tears of tears fall down like the smash of the whole earth. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year, the moon is full of months.

Who can make the end of the day?

The moon is still silent.

Two years of mid autumn night, we are together, the bright moonlight shines on us, silently witness our silent oath, deeply stare at each other's eyes, thinking that this life will not be separated at all, there is heaven and moon as proof, at least the heart will not forget.

Looking at each other in the car, looking at the full moon in the car, like two tender mice, shrinking together, making love and touching, playing with pleasure; thinking of the grassy, silent Mountain foothills; lowering their heads, the fragrance of weeds, passing through our double footprints; raising our eyes, the sky is bright and clear, like a faint gauze, adding a gentle and gentle atmosphere.

We have gone through two such Mid Autumn Festival, so persistent thinking that it will last for a long time. The unforgettable romance and warmth of this life once surround two hearts that are sentimentally attached to.

This year's Mid Autumn Festival is approaching. If you have nothing to worry about, you will leave me alone in the moon.

lonely

Wandering and lonely, lengthening the figure, turning the thoughts of nostalgia into stars.

Sighing and lowering the head, it is full of sadness.

No sign of rain sighs with me, I think of this rain as I can not control myself no longer think of your tears dripping, branches dry withered leaves, struggling in the end of the season, sad and down, feel it, there are a lot of nostalgia, missed the past once, and missed the branches of the whirling hand in the dots, miss you like a lifetime, to give you a lifetime of unforgettable memories.

The night is deep, and I am still sleepy, but I can not think of a piece of wandering thoughts. I am always touching the deepest notes of my heart in the dead of night.

I yearn for your longing, your persistence and your memory. I burn my heart again and let my tears go down again.

"A pot of wine between flowers, without a single drink."

Raise the glass and invite the moon to three people.

How I want to be in the full moon night, still snuggle up beside you to count the stars in the sky, and think of the days when you are still reunited, and also shrink together with you to see the warmth of the moon.

Tonight, when the moon is clear, people do not know.

lonesome and desolate mood

Whose home is it.

Such a month has been stained by the tears of the old people, and has been soaked in the Acacia of the dead, and has been soaked in the sadness of the poet, which has caused many gentle and lovesickness to sing the wind and the moon, leading this everlasting love for thousands of years to tie me in the cage of yearning.

How many lovers have gone through the ages to send yearning for the moon, how much they left home yesterday?

Only months Know!