The damp wind from the rain will dry

Hongye woke up the moon and shattered a pool of stars

disturbed the old dreams and ripped off the heart

The silent heart at the bottom of the lake slowly rises in autumn

Aloe vera is rippling, cymbals are flying, wicker is blooming,

There are many ways to express the feelings of autumn.

The surrounding grooves are warm and cool, and the coolness is floating.

The atmosphere of the raging autumn wind is unreserved,

The moonlight shines through Lin Shan’s straight window,

stretches my figure slender,

wants to be with you The river bank makes a philosophical comparison.

Light waves, cleansing, swelling, roaring or silent flow, reflecting a mountain, bending a tree,

Obviously the story of a river is much more than just fish and water, boats and waves, flowers and waves. .

Smiling, overflowing, passionate, angry or gazing at the river surface, trying to flow down the water to the ocean, this kind of wandering is the most enjoyable freedom,

but I don’t know how many turns the river makes...

The sea is a fish Yuan, home is my circle,

We are all circle chasers.

In addition to the shadow of the water tonight

I have one more projection of the moon,

No wine has been shadowed into three people...

I don’t know how much dust the river has caused, and my figure is full of ashes

at least There is a handful of sorrows

and the moon are experiencing cloudy and sunny

The mountains of Zhan Maoling undulate his father's back,

a barren land grows a piece of bamboo, each inlaid with the flexibility of his father,

The father who has blended into the land, his bone wind drifts across the Longshan River, across the 资江, over the Baili Mountains, shaking the maple forest, every strand is red, and it has become my autumn miss.

fifteen is a round lead,Home is the core of the circle, and family affection is the only thick ink that can nurture home, and wanderers will always circulate on this axis. 15. The moon is round, mooncakes are round, the fillings in mooncakes are round, and dreams are round. It seems that everything is related to circle. Tonight, the moonlight shone on my father’s spine, illuminated the village, crossed the Zijiang River, and planted a little bit of hope on the lake...

So I took out a small mooncake under the moonlight, and made a small piece of it with my teeth, Pupu’s The pie crust is soft and there are sand grains in the gorge, with a little sweetness like clouds in the valley, and the beaded dew is filled with a layer of pu yarn with sweetness. There is a mysterious temptation that makes people unable to help their lips and teeth to explore. I took a bite and exuded the fragrance of tea. When I chewed, the wheat flour was like muddy mud between my mouth and teeth. It reminded me of the farmer's spring ploughing in the field. It was the kind of mud that plowed back and forth to get out. A piece of seedlings grows a season of rice ears, and what I have swallowed seems to be the bitterness that is soaked in sweat and the mud is exhausted...

When did my omnivorous mammal sink into fish meat, it looked like a butcher when the smoke rose up. , The smell is so sticky that it loses its original flavor. The fragrance of tea in the pie awakened the taste buds, and a wisp of clear spring oozes out, just to clean up the chaotic curved intestines, and return to the original joy in the place where it flows. The muddy stomach is no longer fussy, and the egg yolk of pastry is gnawed fiercely towards the pie filling, egg yolk powder is glutinous, and it feels greasy and sticky after swallowing, maybe it won’t fly. Mooncakes made of round eggs laid by the feathers cannot make up for the moon in my heart.

I remember that when my father was there, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would always spread a big moon cake on the table. At night, my father washed his hands, took a beaded brush and painted a flying phoenix, and said lightly at the corner of his mouth. Then use a knife to cut the cake into equal pieces, and then divide them into our hands, and say to us; I hope you will grow wings and become phoenixes flying on the branches. That kind of flatbread is rough but eaten with relish, and my heart is full of happiness.

It turns out that the roundness after sharing the sweetness is the most beautiful month. My father’s ceremony of "painting the phoenix" made my heart fly to the branches. This is the legendary phoenix wish! There are many kinds of mooncakes nowadays, and I know that even if you try them one by one, there will be one less flavor! I looked up and looked at the night sky. A night heron flew across the moon like a father’s trail...

Shadow disciples follow me." Li Bai’s moon is unique,

"The dew is white tonight, the moon is the hometown Ming" 杜甫 The moon is homesick,

"The palace sees the moon in sadness, and the night rain hears The bell is broken intestines." Bai Juyi’s month is sad,

“the moon is silent, and the moon is light, and people have affection.” Li Zhi’s month is passionate. Feeling Gu Yue staring at this month, My moon is missing,

one in the heart, one in the wild, one in the hometown, one in the dreamland,

one in the sky, one on the river, how many times are you wandering by the creek in your hometown like tonight? On the bank of the river, the folded paper boat was placed in the river carrying heavy thoughts, and the broken memories were salvaged with the water. I was no longer the only person who set the boat lanterns. Their faces were filled with laughter and lightness. It seemed that everything was trivial. With the boat slowly disappearing, what they put is a kind of indulgence, and some people put two lines of tears, I put a kind of care.

At midnight, the moonlight is as silver as a jade plate, and the big moon palace Chang'e and 玉兔 cuddling with each other, with warmth in tranquility, and every time they meet, her moon is round and round like jade. I think in fact, whether it is a person or an immortal, if you know how to be satisfied, your heart will be round. When the heart is round, the moon will be clear. The wet wind from the rain will dry, the incomplete moon covered by the clouds will fill up, and the sixteen yuan missed by the fifteenth will come up...

—Mo Di

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