Talking about my mood during the Mid-Autumn Festival

The mood of visiting the Mid-Autumn Festival:

1. The Mid-Autumn Festival is here again, and we are still separated by two places. The moon is full, dear you, when can we be reunited!

2. Without you by my side today, the moon in the sky is still bright, because you are in my heart!

3. Clothes move with the wind, and the bright full moon always gives me a warm and familiar feeling. It seems that we once cuddled and cared about each other, and hot tears slid down our faces, cutting through the space, and dripping into the cycle of longing.

4. It is red and green every year. At dusk and twilight, there are always plaice and plaice. I miss you endlessly, I hope your life is as perfect as the moon!

5. The moon is full and full on the fifteenth day of the year. This year’s fifteenth day is the roundest. I wonder if the full moon will encourage people to become fuller on this year’s full moon day.

6. The day you left, I wanted to tell you that life is not just about the first meeting, it is still beautiful when we meet again. In my eyes, you are like the shallow moon that is about to rise in the Mid-Autumn Festival. There is no waxing or waning, and your sexiness remains the same. I can only gaze at you with an attitude of looking up.

7. The moon is bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and your thoughts cannot be seen clearly. I would like to use the bright moon to express my sincere feelings, and I hope you can understand them!

8. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, men should learn from the Thais. When a woman likes something, she should not hesitate to put her hands together and bow and say: swipe my card.

9. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, who is a stranger to whom. Having walked through the river of love and transcended the persistence of love, who is guarding the thousand-year autumn under the lonely moonlight?

10. Turn your head and look up at the round moon, hanging high in the deep sky. There are heavy clouds floating around, like wanderers in the distance, filled with tears of lovesickness. How can the plain light that cannot extinguish longing rest on the moist clouds in my heart.