Month Full Moon lacks

The moon is full, picturesque, hanging on the horizon, overlooking the world. As thin as the flowing clouds of light yarn, the floating indifferent, hazy moon face, hazy sky. The moonlight like water poured on the ground through the branches and leaves, reflecting a shadow of holding the cheek with both hands. Tears that were too late to slide down were blown dry by the wind. Time flies like water. Time slips through your fingertips in a dazzling way. Everything is going to fly with time and become tomorrow’s yesterday. What you want to keep only leaves the mottled palm, reminding you of the road you have traveled. Wandering Heart shuttling back and forth in the silent late night, listening to the night wind gently chanting in the air, feeling the leaves flying in the wind, fluttering, I don’t know where to fall. I want to cut a beam of moonlight, put on soft warmth for myself, and be intoxicated in the embrace of the full moon. Have you ever felt helpless in the distance? Life is just like this. I always don’t know what I’m chasing and looking for. I just drift with the flow blankly and pursue blindly like this. If you get it, you may not be happy. If you lose it, you will be sad. Always when the moon is full, love is brewing in my heart, love is burning in my heart, and the past is passing through the moonlight and floating with the wind. Memory, after the rotation of four seasons, has never changed its appearance, is still so clear, is still so close. However, everything is like the bright moon in the water, which seems to be close at hand, but at the end of the world. Many times I held the gentle moonlight and walked in the boundless starry sky, thinking about something I shouldn’t think about and thinking about someone I shouldn’t think about. Therefore, I weaved several deep dreams by hand, and woke up to find that the moon was missing another corner. Dreams, everyone will have; Dreams bring people a glimmer of hope and an expectation; Dreams, draw colorful colors for boring life. The unmeasured distance, because of dreams, miracles will appear and the first step for human beings to step on the moon. However, although human beings have broken through the distance between planets, they can never really break through the diaphragm between hearts. It turns out that the real distance cannot be measured. I like to stare at the full moon quietly, and want to see through its mind. However, it is still silent. However, no matter how sharp the eyes were, they could not leave any trace on the flawless face of the full moon. Since the full moon, how many romantic stories have been written since ancient times: in ancient times, there were goddess of the moon, and today there are famous songs praising the purity of the moon. The Moon of Teresa Teng represents my heart, and I am never tired of listening to it. Every time I hear it, there are still thousands of tender feelings in my heart. The full moon represents purity; The full moon represents beauty. Some people say that the moon is the hometown round, and the wine is the hometown mellow. I think it has nothing to do with hometown? It is a kind of mood, which makes people always feel that everything in their hometown is always the best. Therefore, people associate the most perfect and unforgettable things with the full moon. The wonderful scenery and things in the world are just like a bright moon, bright and pure, which makes people sentimentally attached and gives people the feeling of happiness. However, in this world, sorrow is more and less, just like the lack of full Moon and Moon in the years, which is always missing. Moon, cantabile dream. Only when you see the lack of Moon can you think of the beauty of the full moon. Perhaps, it is the lack of the moon that sets off the perfection of the full moon. When the moon is short, you will always feel the shortcomings of life, and then you will understand the truth that is not normal. Everything has likes and dislikes, beauty and ugliness. I can see the moon in my mind and see the mercy of the moon. Why can’t we treat life with the same mood? I like the moon, because although it is lonely, it attracts thousands of people’s attention, but it shines for thousands of people. When I think of the moon since ancient times, all the stars have never betrayed it, but they still reflect on it, and there is always a touch. I like the moon because it symbolizes eternity. For thousands of years, it has been guiding people and composing romantic heart songs for the world. Therefore, someone made a lifelong commitment to the bright moon. Occasionally, dark clouds are dense, which dyed the whole sky red, and no trace of the moon can be found. But I know that it does exist. If you hook a new moon, it will always evoke a melancholy in your heart. What kind of mood is that, beyond words. I just feel that it is so far away from the full moon. In fact, the pace of time never stops. It is still walking unhurriedly. It is people who change with their mood and keep chasing time, but forget everything in life, which is relatively existing. When you are happy, you will feel that the speed of time is just in a flash; When you are in pain, you will find that time seems to stop. In fact, it is ourselves that drag down our bodies and prevent ourselves from moving forward. Sitting alone for a while, still holding the moon and waiting for the dawn, although I can’t smell the fragrance of flowers or hear birds, I can feel the gentle touch of the wind. The flowers sleeping late at night were silent. I want to touch its petals, but I am afraid that my vulgar hands will scratch the appearance of flowers. Then, gently shaking off a drop of dew, I realized that Flowers would cry. Wandering life, like sailing in the bumpy ocean, always has ups and downs. Stand up to the wind and waves, know how to act at the wind, success is not far away. But if you are timid, timid, or attempt to sail against the current and turn around, you will finally walk hard, leading to overthrowing and indulging. Water can carry a boat, it can also overturn it. Don’t do everything too much. Leave some room for others to make others have a turning space. In this way, you can make yourself broad-minded and leave a retreat for yourself. The moon is a beacon in the dark starry sky. Sometimes it is smooth and sometimes like a hook. It guides me and inspires me. Facing the full moon and the lack of Moon, thinking of the imperfectness of life, I can only accept every bumpy road and welcome the perfection once in January. On the Internet, many different people call me by different names: Yuanyuan elder brother, Yueyue, Yuanyuan, moon, etc. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what kind of moon they know. But I know that in every night when the moon is full and the moon is short, no matter where you are, there is my shadow, accompanying you through the years. Maybe, I can’t relieve the hard work for whom; Maybe, I can’t resist the heavy burden for whom; But my tenderness, care and sincerity will go through the clouds with the moonlight, through the branches and leaves, through the gauze curtain, cast on someone’s body, making her feel comfortable and warm, and making her feel love in the world. Even though I was collected by clouds and mist, even though I was driven away by the rising sun, I was in another corner of the world, waiting for me to renew my relationship with her. The moon is full and the moon is short, the joys and sorrows are the nature of life, and no one can escape from the mercy of fate. 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The ancients once said: You know the gains and losses of articles through the ages. Life difficult, make an issue also difficult. I like writing, but I don’t have the motivation to write articles through the ages, so I don’t care much about whether the articles are well done or not. Frankly speaking, I like writing articles. I don’t know if what I write can be called articles, but as long as I can gain happiness from the words I smeared, I will be satisfied. Maybe it was because I was born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains since I was a child. For every mountain in my hometown, even every forest, every tree and every grass on the mountain, they all have deep feelings. When I was still studying in Teachers College, one weekend, my parents went to school to see me for the first time. I planned to ask my second elder to go somewhere. Before the two old men spoke, I proposed without thinking: otherwise, go to the back mountain of the school. My father was shocked by my proposal. He said: I am tired of watching the mountain everyday. Today, I finally went to the city. You should ask your mother and me to go to the shopping mall in the city. It’s almost the same! Hearing what my dad said, I felt ashamed immediately. I secretly laughed at the absurd words that I unconsciously showed in front of my parents. When I was at home, I liked to go to see mountains and climb mountains. Even in the city, it is also true. Mountain for me, there is always a temptation that is hard to resist. I don’t like to go to the park. I always feel that the beauty of the mountain is natural and not fake. It is a kind of casual beauty. Although there are artificial rockery and fountain in the park, it always gives people a feeling of deliberate carving and restraint. Line to water poor place, from sit is Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei eyes cloud shui zhi mei. I love and admire this kind of beauty. It is quite appropriate to compare it with my attitude towards life. The road of life is like a brook in a mountain. The stream runs, but it always encounters the fetters of reef. The taste of life is bitter, sweet and sour, just like the erratic changes of clouds in the sky. Instead of losing yourself in the vast sea of people because of being confused by greed, anger and delusion, it is better to stick to a spiritual home deep in your soul with your own nature, happiness and fate. I am obsessed with reading, writing, and small articles of different length in my own works, which is the spiritual home I stick. I am eager for my article to have a distinct theme. Once the theme of my article is unknown, I will feel scared and confused. Just as I can tolerate my frank and casual attitude towards life, but I can’t tolerate my confusion and disorder of thoughts, I hope every article of mine can give people a vivid impression of the theme. I am also eager for my words to be clean and sincere. Although the clothes with patches but neat are simple, they are also beautiful. Although it is expensive, gorgeous but dirty, the dress will only make people feel disgusted. I yearn for clean words, and hope every word flowing in my writing is sincere. In my heart, I am a person who thinks little of flashy fame and interests. I don’t know what impression I left on others, but to be honest, I think I am a sincere person. Sincere people naturally hate grandstanding articles, but devote themselves to revealing their hearts with sincere words. Frankly speaking, over the years, I am step by step on the road of connecting one book after another. Books are drops of salty sweat falling down from parents’ foreheads. Therefore, I thank my parents for giving me the opportunity to receive education. I have gained knowledge and wisdom. But I finally let them down! Recently, I read a poem from Haizi: wheat field/When I stand in front of you empty-handed/You can’t say that I am empty-handed/You can’t say that I have nothing. My parents are the wheat field in Haizi’s poem, which breaks my heart when I think of it. Now, I have already stood in front of them empty-handed. Even though I have tried hard physically and mentally, I still find nothing in the end. Will they be heartbroken because of their favorite son? Will they regret working hard with their hearts and minds just to let me receive so many years of education? I guess they were once heartbroken, or they also had regrets, but they never despair for their son because of occasional heartbreak and regret. After stepping out of school, on the phone, my parents no longer talked repeatedly about studying hard and so on. Every time they would never forget their instruction to me: to get along well with others and pay attention to safety when working. In the hearts of parents, children will never grow up! It doesn’t matter how much money you make, just a healthy and healthy family. I guess this is my parents’ biggest wish now, and it is also my biggest wish. I am grateful to my parents for their kindness and education that I have received for many years. Their gradually pale temples are the driving force for me to keep forging ahead. Their gradually curved back is the code that inspires me to practice filial piety immediately. I always have a wish: to write an article seriously for every family member. In the article, I shouted out my deep love for them all the time, just like the ancient wells in my hometown. Inadvertently, I read and remembered a sentence in “readers”: Standing up is only for the morality of scholars, writing is only driven by the soul, and success or failure is blunt, which is not my concern. This sentence is the original intention of my standing in the world and writing articles for a long time. Style, Style is the man. The quality of the article and the success or failure of a person have to be evaluated by others. Article has made. I’m young and. I am gratified by this. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…