Autumn night

The breeze passed.

Month, hanging in the sky, the stars shine brightly, I don’t know if it’s the star in the sky, or the light on earth...

The moist air is full of the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, sweet.

When I was young, I remember that I just got into kindergarten. "Apricot osmanthus fragrance", opened to the sweet-scented osmanthus, my mother took me to enjoy the laurel. The backyard of the hotel we stayed in was full of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was small, yellow and yellow. Looking at my mother, my mother was more beautiful this night. I had a sweet-scented osmanthus on my head. I held sweet-scented osmanthus in my hand and smiled at me. The sweet dimples lined with sweet flowers, like a fairy. . The breeze blew, the sweet-scented osmanthus shook his body. That night, the moon was very bright.

Growing up, it was the fourth year of the National Primary. Being in adolescence, I broke free from the "shackles" of my parents and went back to her home with my friends. Her home was surrounded by a quiet forest, the grass was silent and the trees were silent. That friend, smiled and sent me a osmanthus feast - sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sweet-scented osmanthus tea, sweet-scented osmanthus lotus seedlings... She said that they cultivated sweet-scented osmanthus in their hometown. This cucurbit is so useful, watching guests come, this is not, It is used to entertain guests. I am delighted to see my friend, she is more lively in this autumn night, holding osmanthus porridge in her hand, screaming at me, smiling shallowly, sweet sweet lining with sweet aroma, like a flower fairy. The breeze passed and her hair changed her position. That night, the moon was especially beautiful.

In the second day of school, the intense learning situation made me very busy. Reading day and night, I can’t help but breathe. I am staying at my grandmother's house. The grandmother's balcony has a lot of flowers and plants, including osmanthus. Mid-Autumn Night, vaguely finished the Mid-Autumn Festival, and prepared to go upstairs to study. Walking into the room, a burst of awkward aroma came, and my grandmother was busy decorating my room. Surprised to see the grandmother, she is more youthful under the moonlight, hands are playing with flowers, directed at me, smiling shallowly, sweet wrinkles lined with sweet sweet-scented osmanthus, like an old man. The breeze passed, and the leaves outside the window floated into the house. That night, the moon was particularly round.

Heaven, still so blue. Month, still so beautiful. The wind is still so comfortable. Gui, still so fragrant...

Shanghai Yangpu District, Shanghai Private Office, Chongzhi Junior High School, second day: Muran