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Talking about spending Mid-Autumn Festival away from home.

Talk about Mid-Autumn Festival in other places as follows:

First, sweet-scented osmanthus, red autumn leaves, full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon in autumn. This scene was drunk, and the two places burst into tears. Looking up at the building, I am full of homesickness.

Second, when the moon is full, I think of my quiet home, my father's white hair and my mother's tears. When the sun is shining, I miss my warm home. I think of my father's hunchback and my mother's cocoon flowers.

Third, it is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. Wandering for many days, I vaguely climbed up the winding path in the village.

Fourth, give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunited heart fly in the air, and think of you and my hometown under the mottled night sky in a foreign land.

My hometown is an old wine. The longer I keep it in my heart, the more mellow it tastes. My hometown is a cup of agricultural green tea. The longer I soak it in my heart, the stronger its flavor.

6. There is a beautiful place, living in a paradise on earth in my heart, where the mountains, water and people are more beautiful. And I have already left my soul in a small village near the mountains and rivers. On holidays, I miss my hometown twice, one grass and one flower, one tree and one wood, one brick and one tile.

7. As long as you close your eyes, the mountains and rivers in your hometown, the villages and villages, the valleys and valleys, the grass and trees, the parting of life and death, the joys and sorrows will emerge in front of you, becoming more and more clear and lasting in the years.

Dear hometown, you are getting younger and younger. Your child is no longer young, I miss you gently, I am dreaming of you slowly, and I silently pray that you can be beautiful forever.

Nine, hometown, how many nights I stood in the dormitory corridor facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star has a smiling face hidden inside, which makes people want to wear and pick it.

My hometown is the hometown of the moon, and the moon is the bright moon in my hometown, as bright as her. On a quiet night in my hometown, I hold the round moon and fly it quietly, as gentle as my mother's hand. In that small harbor, there are no ships coming and going, and the boat docked at the ferry can't take away the moon color of my hometown, only riding away hope in the evening breeze with a little gorgeous afterglow. It floats between water colors and falls into the soft moon.

Eleven, Mid-Autumn Festival Mid-Autumn Festival, homesick for the moon, family reunion, how to separate, return to Xi, the heart is at home.

12. Fold a paper plane, write down your thoughts and fly to the horizon, where it won't be too far, where the flowers are overflowing and the moon is full! That's where you are, and that's my hometown I miss most. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

Thirteen, I will miss you when I am away for a long time, and I will miss you when I am far away. For my hometown and relatives, in the rolling years, I have never been able to give up with myself, and that unforgettable memory has become the root of my thoughts.