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About the passage of the Mid-Autumn Festival


1. The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is so round and gazing at the sky. I can feel that others are happy to gather together to enjoy the atmosphere of this festival, but I can only use it as a boring holiday. The quiet night, looking at the bright moonlight, the stars seem to be blinking at me, as if satirizing my loneliness, suddenly there is an impulse to cry.

2. On the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, our family walked around the campus of the National Taiwan Normal University to enjoy the moon. The jade-like moon hangs high in the air, but it's really round! It's a pity that the moon is like a naughty and shy little girl. I hide in the clouds and hide and seek with us. After a while, I reveal my face and say hello to us. After a while, it walked in thin clouds, like a girl wearing a veil. There was a bit of coolness when the breeze blew. The wind blew through the woods, like running water, like waterfalls, like the sound of the waves, and like the wonderful music, let me indulge in the moonlight.

3. One day in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I got up in the morning and felt a little cool. I stood on the flat platform of my house and saw the whole city covered in white fog. A thin white mist on the water surface of Gongshui River, several egrets from the water surface Gently slid over the white fog, sometimes stopping at the shore, waiting for the small fish to swim on the water. The various leaves in the vicinity are golden. The pagoda in the distance has become vague and can only see a little bit of traces.

4. In the picturesque moonlight, I saw the mountains and rivers, saw the sea, saw the graceful figure of the sly, and saw the kind smile of the old man under the moon. The mountains and rivers are undulating, the sea is choppy, the beauty is beautiful, and the old people are kind and loyal. I wandered in the beautiful picture of the moonlight and enjoyed it.

5, the moonlight is like water - she makes me feel life and feel happy. Whenever the night comes, I will see for myself whether there is a moon hanging in the sky, whether you can see the moonlight like water. She is like a mirror, which allows me to experience images of life, beautiful, sour and bitter, but more is to make me feel the joy of life. Because the moonlight like water is flowing in the atrium of my beating like a creek, the trouble seems to be scattered in a moment, and the heart is crystal clear in the moment.

6, moonlight, still like water, the ground is covered with a layer of silver yarn, the window sill is coated with a layer of platinum, magic and wonderful coexist in the brain. Through the deep night sky, it seems that I saw the cold air of the Guanghan Palace. It seems that I saw the icy ice and jade, it seems that I saw the scars of the laurel tree, and it seems to see the deep affection of Su Dongpo, as if I saw Zhou Youwang in the quiet moonlight. With tears, the most sad melody, the most desperate elegy...

7, the moon is shining on the water, according to the boat, shining on me. It is very dark and very transparent. A few inconspicuous stars squinted hard and wanted to be so beautiful. But at this time, the black cloud uncle, smashed the star, and covered the moon...

8, the moon is not moving in the air, it is rounder than any gold coin in the world, it must be soft. However, she did not know when to put on a new orange-red coat, perhaps for my special preparation. The moon in the middle of the month is making sweet and delicious moon cakes alone, but this delicious food can only be shared with me.

9, month, you know that for thousands of years, the literati and the people are sincerely interested in you, the intricate feelings are pinned on you, and you can't help but evoke people's infinite thoughts... You have been countless since ancient times. The literati's inexhaustible boutique is the sustenance of the invaders of the world, and it is the heartfelt thoughts and emotional companions.

10, silver and bright, like a long bundle of fiber-woven woven, but also string of notes embedded in the universe of the sky, accompanied by the sound of rivers and lakes, sing a combination of ancient and reality The song of immortality from the shackles to the people. It is a great carol written by people of different skin colors, different countries and different nationalities. She has been lingering in the night sky.

11. I strolled on the boulevard of the park. The breeze blew from the window of every household, and sent the moon cake and fruit to the fragrance. The moonlit night of my hometown is so fascinating.

12, look at the sky, such as a month of training. I remembered the great cold fairy in the middle of the month, and remembered Wu Gang who had been watching for thousands of years. When I don’t know how infatuated men can touch the shackles of the fairy-faced jade, it’s a good time to win the palace. Turning to Jing'an, in the poetry and scent of the poetry, the string is on the moon, the water is fragrant, and the silky tenderness is blooming into the flowers of ancient legends.

13, is the night, the moonlight is cool as water, sitting alone in front of the window, the deep blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window, the stars are scattered around the bright top of the string, very beautiful, beautiful people can not breathe. Around the moon, the silky clouds floated gently, like the flowing hair and the dancing ribbon.

14, looking back, and the Mid-Autumn Festival. The osmanthus blooms silently, leaving a touch of Fangxiangxiang. On the desk calendar, the remaining thin pages symbolize the paper of the years. At this time, those poems about the moon, about the Acacia, the lines and lines, the slang of the red dust, also carrying the silence of the night, quietly.

15, the bright moon breeze as a companion, stepping on the ancient rhythm of the beat, the pen and ink dance along the way, has been hung in the sky. Standing outside the red dust, watching the mountains and waters, etc.; if you look at the 5,000-year-old time, gently brushing over the hair, licking the heartstrings, the column is the soft-tongue knot; perhaps, the boat passes, the water has no trace, However, as long as the boat has passed, the rhythm will reverberate in the heart. "Flying flowers have gone east, Dangui can stay late." This sentence, as if it is a far-song song with a small flower, from the heart and mind, linger in my heart. The plots that are difficult to release are all prisoners who are reluctant to escape from the red dust. Sometimes, lonely, sometimes, emotions need to be broken, a smile.

16. The beautiful moonlight came to the world from the distant sky, and her old legend was advertised. That is the moving story of the old man who is screaming in the moon, and why is it not a beautiful poem written by the moon?

17. The bright moonlight decorates the beauty of the earth with white gauze. The lights beside the road shine on the earth, and the light and moonlight are integrated into one, which is extraordinarily beautiful. The heart is filled with loneliness and feelings of joy in the Mid-Autumn Festival. These two emotions are mixed together, making my heart like a river where the two waters meet and the two waters are rushing, trying to smooth out and make They merge into one place and then disappear in each other to calm their hearts.

18. Lonely night, a round of moon is hanging in the sky. I wandered in the quiet park lake, the lake reflected the bright shape of the moon, accompanied by the flashing light and shadow, the lake willow branches jumping cheerfully. Although it is the season of late autumn, the cool breeze hits from a distance from time to time, but the crystal clear moonlight still has a warm glow in my heart...

19. When you are lonely, there is a "toast to invite the moon". When you are depressed, there is "lifting your arms and calling the moon". When you miss, you will have a "head and a bright moon." Unconsciously, the moon contains too many prestigious, subtle, feminine, and free to float. Li Bai called the moon "white jade plate", Su Shi is the month of "Jian Juan", and the moonlight seems to stagnate all the love in people's hearts.

20, "When the moon is there, ask the wine to ask the sky... People have joys and sorrows, and there is a lack of gloom in the moon. This is an ancient and difficult thing. I hope that people will live forever and forever." Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated in the gentle night. The consciousness is gradually blurred, and the whole body and mind are constantly spreading, as if melting in the vast moonlight night...

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