Mid autumn

Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn of mid-August.

In the mid-Autumn Festival in August, I was alone on the window sill, holding the book roll, and looking at the moon.

At first, the air is still dark. Like, but also a little bit of dusk of the tender, charming red charm; also like, after the ink screen, smile slightly, the city.

Lightly shake the small fan, the word in the book - "I sent my heart and the moon, with the wind until the Yelang West." Oh, Mingyue, how many people are you sending acacia, homesickness? Also, why come to Yelang? And how, when the breeze swayed the reeds?

The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold and silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is full of people, I don’t know who the fall is.

Sigh, the old tree is lonely, and the autumn is private. Mingyue, Mingyue, have you ever known who this autumn thought is? Sigh.

Wu Sai cage month, gradually faded away from the enchanting twilight, no feelings of nostalgia, a trace of traces also rushed to kill. Yes, the night sky seems to have a star and a half of pure white, indeed looming under the wind blowing black clouds, if you leave. I couldn’t grasp the sleeves of your clothes, but after I broke free, I left a smile and drifted away.

When the moon is shining, ask the wine for the sky. I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it. I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qiu Lou Yu Yu, the height is not cold.

Oh, Master Qingtian, how do you know when the moon is coming? It’s the day of the day, and what year is it. The wind is light and heavy, and the jade is broken and cold.

When I remembered my childhood, it was called Bai Yupan, Yaotai mirror. On the Qingyun side, the gong dance, Wu Ganggui Wannian. Yu rabbit peony, seems to be with the human world. Hey, do you endure, shoot this beautiful Tiangong map? You forbear, hope that the cold moon palace, but not reunion?

Wu yarn could not hold it, and hurriedly retired, and the month was officially on the stage of the protagonist. If the yellow is white, the yellow lining is black. Is this the dual? No, no, she really only has a little big, how can I try to compare it to the sky? But because of this, in the vast night sky, the soft light is not the cold and indifference of the night, the flow of water, the passing of the water.

She dominated the entire stage, and everything else seemed so weak, so small. She doesn't need to show her strength, just a smile, and how many stars are dumped.

I left the window sill silently.

Yes, she appreciates it for everyone.

Black night is a jump of the fairy notes.

She is still hanging in the air.

Ebb and flow, mournful lament.

So dazzling.

Nansha Middle School, Yuhua District, Changsha, Hunan, China