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Month is home
adam101 发表于 2012/3/29 17:28:00

The moon quietly LiuShao climbed through the window, and sprinkle with life wholesale oakley sunglasses , full house, is the Mid-Autumn night, flowing water-like moonlight, eyes at the wind, looking at the sky, star of the month, you are grown old "when the moon as I also" gloomy mood, also naturally gives birth to "withdrawing my eyes bright moon, and bowed down their heads, think hometown of melancholy. Full moon night, missing such as cane, which spread...

Through the window, watching the moon as dish like jade, shed the gentle silver fai, like mother gentle vision, can caress a homesick children, the night like this and how many people will recall the nostalgia's? After such a hometown, always in the bright moon passes overhead, missing hometown of blue sky, white clouds, the sunset, fog, dashan, river and caves, and the warm heart of thick countryside have.

Childhood, like to sit in the courtyard of the green flag with the stars, the moon, listen to one evening mother to tell myth, chang e, after yi shoot day, NvWaBuTian...... The story of a mythology, however, touching and I can hear out. The yard and sometimes fireflies under lanterns shuttle walk, in a word to the pedestrian, also like open a feast in the lights; The cricket don't know where all hide her, naturally, melodious flying, rhythmic, from every corner of the night. There is a kind of insects like in the courtyard of the flowers around in a buzzing sound, they are not only like to adopt the powder, and I also like to play with mud, with long feelers dragged mud circles, like son go around for a while, kung fu, a pile of mud was they roll into a muddy ball, is very interesting. Perhaps because of feeling incredible cheap oakley sunglasses, then the interests of insects, particularly like, so far, the feelings are hard to forget.

As the night of the poem, lying in the mother side, see a shooting star sky, instantly fleeting bright, can take away my long-cherished wish? See moon palace fluttered in cold, whether to have the goddess of the moon in the "dance make clear shadow"? I hum a tune drowsy, mother's face smiling, father exhaustion disappeared without trace, a stalk with how much I enjoy the sweet childhood, two pairs of hands took me go in the way of growth. And the peaceful night, weave a warm warm happiness. As time passes by, the mother kind smile had fuzzy, familiar figure is already far go, can be in only chunhuaqiuyue left because of prevails, leaving a string in changing memories, and deep thoughts...
Thick countryside, dashan's feelings, the moon to send, filled with me in the dream house, in every month circle date, then open the flower of the best, give birth to read leaf, swaying in the wind, silent blossom. "The wind the bright moon this priceless away, the distant water are sentient beings" mountain sentient beings, water sentient beings, hometown of human feeling stronger. Who can forget that together through years? Forget "spring see flowers on a summer, autumn is cool winter snow" carefree? Dusk, the sunset, shepherd, the old farmer, the shadow of the fence, and "picking asters neath the eastern fence, carefree and see nanshan" hush, leisurely and comfortable. The LanYingYing day, QingLinLin water, elegant at ease of clouds, how not took numerous thoughts?

"Tonight, do not know to look on all his best autumn come?" Month is home, who is close to home, send a song away lawsuit to long for. The mountain, the water, the people; That sentiment, the reason, that read, gently slide past years to the tips of your fingers, implanted heart, bring about numerous warm. See YanYu setting, the fishing boat had sing late, heart blossomed paibi filar silk wen wan, who won a chance, tell a song and dreams. How much disappointed, how much regret, as time passed, and still love, drunk one thousand years...... dream

"Lou tonight on is white, from home." In this autumn leaves, repeatedly said the shallow such lines, nostalgia's such as thrown up, the hill, the water, the indelible memory dopie, and the moon is haunted by a long time.


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