Lust

I am not a disease-free person. The moon is cold, the night is cold, and the cold is not the moon. It is the heart of the people.

Last night was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the whole country celebrated. Countless wanderers returned to the home with orange warm light from all directions. Under the care of their families, they had finished such a long-awaited Mid-Autumn Festival with full joy.

I stood on the balcony and looked at the small town under the lights. Everywhere, the laughter was warm and beautiful. I looked up at the moon in the sky, so round, so bright, then look at the home behind me, the big home, but the darkness, the only light. It is the balcony I am standing at, there is no one at home. I turned my head indifferently and only looked at the moon. I don't know if my brother can still be well, I don't know if he misses me.

I remember that my brother liked to sing when he was a child, but only sang to me alone, and he always sang that cherry blossom grass. It’s really a good old song. Every time he sings less than half, I interrupt him and blame him. Singing is not good, I think, I haven’t heard him sing. Unfortunately, it is no longer heard. Every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, my brother and Qing Yu accompanied me. They both laughed and made troubles. They made up for the three Mid-Autumn Festivals that were not good. Now they are not there. How can I go through this Mid-Autumn Festival alone? I want to come to them, and I think about it forever. I am afraid that I am saddened by my family. I am running around, and I am very funny. I must make me laugh.

Unfortunately, who else can have this heart for me now.

I looked at the moon in the sky and silently recited my brother in my heart. Brother, I used to be too self-willed, and I have trouble for you. Don’t blame me. I know that you have always regarded me as the best and closest relative. I know that in your childhood, I was your only concern. I am doing very well now, I miss you very much, you are a selfish ghost, throw me here, go to the Taibai Venus to play chess, are you happy, then you are happy, then, I am really selfish. . How do you let me go through the Mid-Autumn Festival? Do you know that a person’s Mid-Autumn Festival is really bleak.

Mid-Autumn Night, the night is bleak, the moon is bleak, and my heart is awkward.

Third day: 璋笙