Tonight's moon is heartbreaking. I specially opened the curtains so that I could lie on the pillow mat with a small piece of moonlight. Compared to its usual self, the moonlight shot in. I couldn't help but think of Li Bai's "Bright Moonlight in front of the bed ", Su Shi's "Moonlight enters the house and gets happily". In the face of the divine beauty of nature and the aspirations of the ancients, my language is too "human" and too rigid... I would have liked to remember the feeling of this moment.
this year's Mid-Autumn Festival was a little brighter: I went to Summer Palace to see the osmanthus flowers, and the tree was warm and fragrant. The fragrance is indeed different from the cold and warmth. If there are "Nuanxiang Pills", I guess the recipe is indispensable for osmanthus. I bought a hot red wine package with an expiration discount, cinnamon looks like a cigar like a chocolate bar. Wenzhou Old people set up stalls on the street, selling the hometown flavors of rice cakes, water chestnuts, Huadiao wine , and there are also peeled chestnuts, and they are stubborn and stubborn.
Tall Poplar has turned yellow, and the lower pine willow in front is still green. Autumn is like resting on the treetops.
Autumn trees have ten thousand colors. People in autumn should not be trapped by a sorrow.
There were a lot of people in the supermarket because the first migrant worker bought a lot of things. I was standing behind him and looked at him with interest, thinking that if there were 100 such people every day, the supermarket would be saved. As a result, I was under his revenge observation (fortunately I didn't buy anything too scary)...
