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On missing my husband in heaven in the Mid-Autumn Festival

1, how round the moon is tonight, yes, how round the moon is and how cold my heart is.

2. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the silence outside the window, under the bleak moonlight, becomes more and more lonely and difficult to sleep. On the moonlit night, two lines of lovesick tears hung on the curtains, like silver wind chimes, echoing through the heart in the night.

3, a person's Mid-Autumn Festival, tonight, doomed your moon in the north, doomed my moon in the south. Tonight, you said that the moon in your north is round and bright, shining on mountains and rivers, shining on the earth and full of love.

If you spend Mid-Autumn Festival alone, then alcohol and tobacco are poison and antidote.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a sad festival, with faint homesickness, deep thoughts and uncontrollable tears. A person, the beautiful moonlight is cold, let alone the Mid-Autumn Festival without the moon, seems to have been abandoned by the world, even the moon is gone, and there is no shadow of a person. How can it be a sad word?

6, Mid-Autumn Festival Mid-Autumn Festival, homesickness moonlight, family reunion, how to separate, return to Xi, heart at home.

7. There is a mood called anxious to return; There is a yearning, called looking through autumn water; There is a kind of look, which is the call of relatives across the mountain and water.

8. The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, and the loved ones are lonely. It is the waning moon that fills the missing, and it is the things and scenery that touch the sadness. Acacia is really like a song, singing the joys and sorrows of the world. Acacia is also like wine, mellow and intoxicating. Alone, full of clear moonlight, infatuated with hazy tears lingering.

9. Let me finish the Mid-Autumn Festival quietly, and I can live well without anyone to accompany me.

10, tonight, I am alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the autumn wind of a foreign land, I am looking for the brightest wish of a ray of the moon. I looked at the other side in the moonlight. At the moment, who am I and across the sea?