Feeling of Homeless People in Mid-Autumn Festival

1, a lonely Mid-Autumn Festival, thoughts flying in the silver moonlight, dreams rippling in the dark night, souls lingering between heaven and earth, once again stirring the slightly painful heartstrings.

2. 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 in the clear moonlight, I am infatuated with misty tears.

3, a blurred tenderness, a quiet agility, fluttering in the autumn wind. A broken full moon washes away the indescribable feelings in my heart, flicks the reverie of dreams, entrusts infinite lovesickness, indulges in it and melts in the same lonely moonlight.

4, Mid-Autumn Festival night, toast reunion, fallen leaves have been flying for a long time. Homesick people are in a hurry in the distance, asking what year the lonely moon is tonight. The light dispersed gently, and the tears wet other places, and the silver light leaking from the pillow quietly accompanied the traces of loneliness.

5, the moonlight is hazy, the night sky is graceful, the winding path is hidden, and the thoughts are mottled. The water waves are sparkling with the dance, and the sound of silk and bamboo melts into the rhyme of moonlight. The rustling sound of running water rings gently, slapping the shade of the trees at night, gradually thickening the bleak autumn.

6. Mid-Autumn Festival is another festival for one person. The footsteps of youth are marching step by step. Sad September has too many blessings, but the pace of our growth has not stopped. We are about to travel around the world, measure the world with our feet, and feel the various forms of life with our souls. There is still a long way to go. Let's explore with a mentality.

7. It's another Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone else is a reunion day, but I am a lonely person. I don't care. I don't say hello. I'm really sad.

8. Mid-Autumn Festival is a sad festival, with faint homesickness, deep thoughts and uncontrollable tears. A person, even the beautiful moonlight is cold, not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival without the moon, as if abandoned by the world, even the moon has disappeared, and there is no shadow of a person. How can it be a sad word?

9. Autumn wind and autumn rain, charming yellow and delicate green, with the autumn wind gradually fading away, a tree withered and withered alone, melted into leaves that withered season after season, turned into a pile of crying Long song, turned into soil and turned into white everywhere. The wind rises, the flowers fall, the leaves fall, and it is difficult to hide a trace of vicissitudes in the brow. The bottom of my heart is as indifferent as running water, giving birth to a murmuring sadness.

10, it seems that for many years, I watched this bustling world alone, watching the happiness and excitement of others, then squatted down and hugged myself, stood up and moved on. Another Mid-Autumn Festival, a little sad.