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The Mid-autumn Festival is coming soon, I'm living in a
gaunt mountain alone, at the night of full moon, I'd miss so much
my hometown. What is missing on earth? Oh! Have lacked the
homeland! Burdenned with pressing military duties, years are vast,
the person that we joined the army is too far from a long time,
return journey of township, only heart and stamp needn't be limited
by time and space and come back home to look about frequently;
Plant youth into cat ear hole since, homesick dream acoustic shock
extremely broken arms often, want to pick up, but those a lot of
pieces of unable chaining. So when profound night depths, moon
round, see that Yueyang floor shadow, hear that Dongting Lake rote,
there is incomplete one in the heart. Yes, the Mid-autumn Festival
every year, can only next to in the north so garden, hold up the
bright moon of this far away from home with the heart that thinks
fondly of, only wonder the orphan is dangerous in the long night of
bright moon, for whom is bright on earth, how could feel
satisfactory?
Moon go middle of the forehead is only full human world, should ten
thousand time in reunion. Several Yueyang fellow villager invite
bright moon lay, take moon cake, look at the moon, with coke and
intoxicated the Mid-autumn Festival such as beer, water memory,
words are few obviously, but it is obviously many to sigh with deep
feeling.
Remember sometimes that ate the moon cake as a child. Day
short of money at that time, have money buy, parents get oneself
make the some wheat. Water caltrop and lotus seeds rice have become
characteristic cake fillings in lands of rivers and lakes of having
much, and the candy is the rare luxury goods, should be according
to supplying according to plan, the boor does not use this rare
thing ownly lightly except receiving guests. On the Mid-autumn
Festival of every year, siblings round and round sit around
together and eat it from the moon cake that is cooked, listen to
mother repeating " Grandmother the moon " Story. Moon
cake sweetless, but very fragrant and very fragrant, think its so
far, feel lingering fragrance glibly still.
The cloud flies to the homeland moon in the remotest places, the
alien for Dongting Lake autumn. Full house silently, front yard
jade shadow look at silently, because everybody hide one story to
wipe out moon cake in the heart, everybody is having one's heart
filled with affectionately on the Mid-autumn Festival cherishing
the memory of the homeland.
There is the guitar that sounds in the clear and long night wind
wonderfully and gracefully, if memory reels off raw silk from
cocoons, no matter it south mountain range high Hunan water dark,
thousand lies of ten thousand li drift over. The flood wave is
welled up sometimes in the sound of musical instrument, fall in the
clear brightness of bright moon one after another sparkling and
crystal-clearly the glittering note, drip on moon cake, the
vertical raindrop which become horizontal. That is lovesickness and
tears of the children in Dongting Lake, the lovesickness tide that
the deep blue wave in Dongting Lake is pregnant with out! After so
many years past, the brook that miss steam, dry, dry up fire kind
feeling already in the heart, lovesickness breeding on the
uncovered riverbed turns into this raindrop, drench on the
Mid-autumn Festival.
I like, take ship in the past, like in lakeside illusion, like,
watch spring flower win fire like, watch leaf if red autumn also.
Where is but white sail? Where is the great wave? Where is maple
leaf poem fluttering with the wind? Melt in the lovesickness tears
rain unreally. The bank of the willow, is probably wrapping and
shedding the musical sound in autumn for the singing of 400
kilometers of wave; White sail takes pains to intersperse the
scenery of the homeland like the full lake of swan.
The sound of musical instrument disconnected, the words have been
stopped, let the fire of lovesickness burn!
Worm sad autumn, collide, break to pieces heart of alien, let go,
in the skies, all turn into the stars all over the sky, shine the
homeland. But this glory is too faint, does the relative of the
homeland experience?
Then the stars all over the sky have already fallen, has hung in
the grass by Dongting Hu is sharp, glitter brilliantly and
brilliantly. The soldier's lovesickness is lighting the rosy dawn,
the ascension in the deep blue wave.
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