Recalling last year's Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, but my husband is busy going out to make money, I stretched the burden to play mooncakes, by many passers-by jokes "so early to play mooncakes, really rushed through the day." In fact, this is a woman's concern for their loved ones, for fear that after he left, can not eat their own hand-made moon cakes, so early to do, this is the last year, I feel almost to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the husband is going to go, a little bit of regret; and this year which! He went out from the first month of the fifteenth, to the first three months to go home to go back, and now has not come home, so busy that even a phone call can not even care about playing a, not to mention what is the reunion day, eat moon cakes and other pastimes days. Of course, I'm not the only one, it's a lot of people's thoughts, a lot of siblings' hopes, a lot of children missing their parents.
Now there is nothing that can express my thoughts about my loved ones, only with this text to record the mood of these thoughts. The love of friends, loved ones, parents' thoughts, all by the arrival of this holiday more heavy, more lonely. How much I would like to take their own hand-made moon cakes to the missing friends, relatives, parents in front, but it is too far away, only the parents can taste my hand-made moon cakes, as for friends, relatives (husband) can not taste my delicious moon cakes, at this moment I'm here only "quotes for the skin, with the text as the filling, with both hands as a mold (buckle moon cakes with the tool, called mold)" wrapped up a thought of the skin, with words as the filling, with both hands as a mold (buckle moon cakes with tools, called the mold). I can only "use quotation marks as the skin, words as the filling, and my hands as the mold (the tool used to fasten the mooncake is called a mold)" to wrap up one mooncake to express my feelings of longing. I think my loved ones (husband), friends see when the mouth must not be sweet, the heart is even sweeter. Oh, perhaps I am too confident, whether they like it or not, at least in my heart feel quite sweet.
"August 15 night, looking up at the bright moon; the moon is full heart defects, thinking of foreign relatives." This double quotation marks represent the skin, the center of the unquote poem represents the filling, I use my warm hands to fasten it, hands cupped, so that he also want to use both hands to catch, to see me at this moment to hear the feelings of longing, feel my beating mood.
"Mid-Autumn Festival moon is round, the walls and corners of the fragrance of fruit; moon cakes are more than the moon, looking forward to reunion and disappointment." This is the thousands of family members of their loved ones of the feelings of longing, but also their family's feelings of hope, but the feelings of disappointment is not sudden, because they know in their hearts, this is the fact that can be hoped for and can not be sought; if the loved ones of the reunion, this is what they feel too sudden.
The feeling of longing is of course not just for the loved ones, but also for the friends who have a deep friendship, but also for the immense longing. The thought of the joy that friends brought to each other, the thought of the help that friends once gave each other, was also incomparably nostalgic. A sentence to comfort their own words, once a holiday early greetings, are between friends miss; although they have never met, there is no monetary interaction, but their words of comfort, greetings always encourage me to move forward, and what is more than this courage is more worthy of nostalgia which!
"A day south of a place north, never met friendship deep; sentence is power, encourage illiterate into a talented woman." Although this sentence used in my body a little exaggerated, but in my heart really gained a very big again. It is these friends gave me power, it is these friends gave me the pace of progress, it is these friends gave me a real human courage; these friendship feelings with how much silver money can not be bought, these friendship feelings with money can not be measured. Here I'll show off, but also with this double quotes as the skin, words and phrases as the filling, hands as a mold to buckle it up, hold to my friends, to give me to the friends of the feelings of longing; of course, for this not a verse and laugh, because every one of my friends are talented people, I'm not literary talent only to come up with the greatest ability, but can not do the most beautiful verse, hands to friends, I hope that they really have so! I hope that they will really have such a day to catch my sincere mood with both hands, it is a heart that shines with the tender feelings of longing ah!
Leisurely, laughing and joking is my nature; hip-hopping is the evaluation of my friends; happy is the blessing of my friends; running and jumping is my character. Sentimentality is the state of mind brought from my mother's womb; more joy and more sorrow is the principle I have always been. Yard song is my voice, it spread throughout my small yard, through the walls of my home, out of the neighbor's yard, spread to the surrounding roadside; whether it is joy, or joy; whether it is depressing, or sadness; can not help but hum a few off-key song, it has been ridiculed, it has been praised; it has been opposed, it has been envied; ... .... Whether it is ridicule, opposition, or praise, envy, in my heart is always joy, joy when the enjoyment; depressing, sad when the vent. This is the starting point of "happiness" and the desire to be "happy".
Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the feelings of longing will inevitably deepen, whether it is the thoughts of friends, or the thoughts of parents, or the thoughts of her husband, are sincere feelings of longing, I hope that in my heart, there will always be a longing for love into reality; and now it seems that these feelings of longing can only be replaced by a sentence of blessing, which can also warm me this damp mood for a long time. I hope the former realization, if the former can not be realized, I will not regret, the latter I am also happy. It's not that I'm not demanding, but everyone has their own busy schedule. The latter came, I am also happy to take both hands to accept to my heart, as a delicious moon cake, sweet to my heart, accompanied by my happy through the Mid-Autumn Festival.
My thoughts are like the flow of clouds next to the moon lily's cabin
Mid-Autumn Festival this evening.
At this moment, the moon is in the sky, the stars are far and near in the moon around the point flash, all the music is quiet, the blue cloud curtain shows such a moonlit night, shows a boundless waterfront.
Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and now Mid-Autumn Festival, because there is love, so that the ancient myths remain, so that some warm memories remain, tonight the moon is like water, my heart is soft as water, such as my song and dance.
Along the riverside path walking alone under the moon, recalling the eight years with grandmother dependent on each other, grieving the separation of flesh and bone, heaven and earth! Can not help but tear up ......, childhood eight years, is my words dare not touch the pain. This poem at this moment, my distant water town ah, my hometown of Jiangnan moon is bright and clean and peaceful?
Close to the 2010 Mid-Autumn Moon, so that the heart of the permanent memory of those who give me the warmth of the moonlit night, the memory of the autumn once whispered lingering. The first thing you need to do is to look up at the moon, the night is pale, the sky is not windy, only after the birds flecked with traces of the flow.
The night is deep, tonight I ask the moon: next Mid-Autumn Festival can there be grandmother's moonlight night? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. Can you allow me to stay a moment of sadness and joy chanting? Whether there is a kind of heartache continues ......
Looking far away from the south, tonight to worship the moon: I pray that my grandmother is safe and sound in heaven, and I pray that my relatives are safe and sound in their lives. The moon ah, you are the god of thoughts, because of thoughts, we befriended the moon, the moon night is vast, but it is difficult to carry up the long river of years.
Time and water beside the body no longer come back, some people no longer come back, there are many no longer in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
This evening in the Mid-Autumn Festival, because there is love, the heart will become softer than gold, my boundless thoughts, just like the moon next to the flow of the cloud silk, soft and long, perhaps, life are unable to unravel the desolation, can not be engraved life was once the light, the thought of this gloomy tears.
The night is deep, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, the moon is round, it is difficult to complete, since the ancient sad thing. The moon, I will never be able to get out of the many attachments, let me dip a few drops of autumn night cool, write these two lines of short text, the thoughts sent to the grandmother in heaven, send words of love to my relatives, blessings and peace.
A person's moonlit night, sprouting words like water, the moon, ah, don't let all my waiting like smoke, don't let the thoughts of the afterlife empty ......
September 22, 2010 Mid-Autumn Night 23:26 hastily pro-screen
Mid-autumn, who are you thinking of Xue Xiaoman
To mid-autumn The only thing I can remember is that this festival is about eating mooncakes. At that time, the Mid-Autumn Festival had not been designated as a "legal holiday", usually on the 15th of August, people still have to go to work, so this is not important. From elementary school to college, I have never cared about this holiday, probably because it does not mean much to me.
After I started working, I rarely went home. When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, I just give my family a call to say hello, and my mom always asks me if I've eaten the mooncakes, and I always smile but don't answer. She should know, I always resist sweets, unless absolutely necessary, generally will not eat. But I can always remember the flavor of the mooncakes I ate as a child.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of reunion, and people are usually very busy on this day. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival has been designated as a "legal holiday", the day has become even more festive than before. I can imagine the family gathered around a big table, enjoying a hearty meal and chatting happily. I always regretted not being able to join them.
Not long ago, I went to teach in the mountains of Southwest China, carrying everyone in my family on my back and taking simple luggage by myself. The living conditions here are very hard, surrounded by rolling hills, and the villagers live an almost isolated life, drinking from the mountain springs, eating their own vegetables, wearing old clothes left behind by the previous generation, and thinking kinda like they did in the previous 20 or 30 years.
I was not used to it, especially when I saw how dirty their clothes were, how they wiped their noses while cooking, how they cut vegetables, how they were not well educated, how they spoke a dialect that was hard to understand, and how they looked at me with a strange look, and how I hated to walk away from them. But teaching is a dream I had years ago, and I want to fulfill it.
All the difficulties don't matter to me anymore. Since I decided to stay, I had to adapt to everything they did. I learned to communicate with them and give them some basic manners, though I also knew they were reluctant to listen to me. But their minds do need to be changed. I'm just trying to help them as much as I can, whether I can be understood or not.
Turning to the Mid-Autumn Festival. During this festival, I suddenly missed my family and had an urgent urge to see them. I don't know what they are doing in this class, but I can't restrain myself, I miss them, I miss everything at home, including the fig tree in the yard. I was a sentimental child, and although I was far from home, home was always in my heart.
Calling my grandmother, she asked me if I had eaten any mooncakes. Grandma jokingly said: I'll send it to you then. I laughed happily on the other end of the phone. Grandma is almost 90 years old, her health has always been very good, for this reason, always live alone all these years. Even though each of our families wanted to pick her up, Grandma was a stubborn person, so we just let her be.
I worked for two years and never gave Grandma a penny, while she would often slip me some pocket money. I've always felt sorry for her, but she always said, wait until you earn money. This Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss her so much. I want to do something for her, but we are so far away, I really can't do anything about it. I just hope that Grandma is doing well at home.
I actually love each of them, but I'm not good at expressing it, so they have always thought that I am a cold child, but my heart is hot. In this Mid-Autumn Festival, I would like to be able to do my filial piety beside them, but there are all sorts of reasons why I can't realize this wish, I can only wish them happiness and peace in my heart.
They have been running around, drifting, and seeking a life they want, but have not been able to find. But I'm not willing to give up, and I'm striving towards the other side of the ideal. Although all the way thorns, all the way bumpy, but these can not stop my footsteps, I told myself in my heart: these experiences for the future me, are a priceless treasure.
But I still have love in my heart. This Mid-Autumn Festival, I prayed silently in my heart, my family, my friends, may they be all right. My thoughts will turn into a breeze and blow to my hometown, and it will bring my blessings to each and every one of my loved ones. I want them all to live well, so that I can feel happy, warm and motivated to keep going.
Thoughts just soared, and I was so immersed in them that there was a warmth spreading through every corner of my body. I knew that they would understand me, and they were thinking of me all the time, just as I was thinking of them, during these days when I was away from home. My dear family, how can I go about expressing to you what I feel inside and how much I love you?
I know that from the moment I left home, there was not a single moment when my family did not think of me, as I thought of them. I may be far away, but, they know that, don't they? They know that my heart is always with them. No matter where I drift to in the future, home is always my harbor of docking, is always my heart's concern.
This family reunion day, I am in a remote mountain village in a foreign country, in the dim light of the writing here, is in order to be able to let themselves stay some memories. Years later, when I open these diaries again, I will know what was on my mind at that time of the year. It's always good to leave something for later, no matter what, I think.
This mid-autumn, who are you thinking about?