Sense of August 15

August 15th, the day of the full moon. In the sky, a round of silver plate hangs from the Dongshan slant, the bright moonlight shines on the earth, and the ground seems to be covered with a thin layer of silver frost.

At this time, I was happy to enjoy the rich "moonlight dinner" with my family. After dinner, I came alone to the yard, a round of chaste full moon, sprinkled with silver, quietly looking at me, from time to time to take a glimpse of a thin cloud like a dream, light and drifting.

Bathed in the silver light, I am enchanted in this wonderful mood, but the faint grief is inexplicably in my heart. A piece of sycamore yellow leaves rotate in the night wind and falls silently. "The leaves fall back to the roots", I think of the feelings of the return of the wanderer; "Is a stranger in a foreign land, every time I spend a good time on the festival" let me experience the loss of love and love. "The fifteenth moon is sixteen rounds," but how many families, how can the sun and the moon be round?

I am thinking, thinking about the wandering "wander" - Taiwan. They can only endure the suffering of their thoughts silently. Who is not eager to return to the embrace of the motherland? "When is the moon, I will ask the wine for the sky... I hope that people will live for a long time."