Still the festive season, but it is a man is not a man. Mid Autumn Festival, this and the Mid Autumn Festival, no day is particularly sweet, but to speed up the time of the jump.
The cold wind blew the earth, and for the Mid Autumn Festival, I carried a lot of books, wearing clothes filled with cold air rushed home.
All the way to hear the station is noisy, in all walks of life eyeful. The usual Liao uninhabited wicket lined up long team, waiting chair is piles of luggage. Well, everyone has to go home to celebrate the festival, at the peak of people do not know when to disappear. Helpless standing on the snake team after the people along the front, not the first car, not the first time to buy tickets, the first time so nervous, afraid of such a group of people to the innocent I stepped on the foot of the foot; blame my father, can not come to pick me; hate school, not earlier. A bus stepping on the dark at the last minute arrival, I put aside all the complaints, cheerful ran, hah, eh? Who tangled up in the my bag? Who stepped on my foot? Who in the crowded I? Ah, ah, I can't breathe, ah, ah, squeezing my arm the, pain, pain, beast and beast ah. Packet lost in the back, others are a boom forward, I how to draw back,? A classmate pullback me, before I scared not unfounded, if it were not for the tree life-saving straw. I'd be lying sobbing under people's feet. Missed the car is not, hurt not, by the cold not, dark, bus and?? the Mid Autumn Festival, the Mid Autumn Festival, is crowded? Is a sea of people? Or the head pressure head, foot foot?
Mid autumn morning wake up, the top seven point clock out of the house. Naive, blue sky and white clouds hung the sun, for a long time no such scenery. If not from yesterday's cold, swept away the haze, forget yesterday's bad luck. Langtui, a bite of cake, ha ha, the original moon cake is not so bad, not so difficult to digest. Mid Autumn Festival reunion, we sat together, eating a rare family reunion dinner.
If the Mid Autumn Festival has a taste, it is to meet.
A plate of fruit, a moon cake, a burst of laughter; a look, a smile, a garden, hand in hand at home. This is to meet, this is the taste of the mid autumn festival.
If the Mid Autumn Festival is a taste, it is to put it.
Once love the feeling of home, care will become the driving force. For home, I will work hard, will make the results. On the day of reunion, unloading equipment, unloading fatigue, do not have to work hard, do not have to guard. This is to put it, this is the taste of the mid autumn festival.
If the autumn taste, that is hearty.
When the moon hanging in the air, this is no time to watch, but also to look up. A bright, pure, this is really the sun's ray? Did not hate the dazzling light, did not let people look aloof. Stop, the goodness of the original moon is the good of their own without reservation dedicated people, it is not cold and dreary, not full of refused to thousands of miles away in the atmosphere. In the bright in the melt, for all the bad mood waved. I yearn for the simple, like the gentle, the original, in here.
A multi angle view of the problem, always a good dilute disgust. The Mid Autumn Festival, I found the feeling of wanting to feel. The perfect, will not only the moon, but my future. This time of the jump, let me away from the ideal.
依舊的佳節(jié)，卻早是人是情非。年年中秋，今又中秋，沒有黃花分外香，卻加快了時(shí)間的跳躍。
冷風(fēng)刮貧瘠了大地，為了中秋節(jié)，我就背著大堆的書，穿著灌滿冷風(fēng)的衣服趕赴家了。
老遠(yuǎn)就聽到車站的嘈雜，進(jìn)去更是滿眼的各界人士。平時(shí)廖無人煙的售票口排起了老長老長的隊(duì)伍，候車椅上更是成堆的行李。唉，人人都要回家過中秋，此時(shí)的人潮高峰不知何時(shí)才能消散。無奈站在“蛇隊(duì)”后隨著前方的人向前蠕動(dòng)，不是第一次坐車，不是第一次買票，第一次這么緊張，怕這么一群人把無辜的我踩死腳下;怨爸爸，不能來接我;恨學(xué)校，不早些放假。一輛大巴踩著天黑的最后一刻到站，我拋開所有怨言，歡快奔去，哈~，誒?誰掛住了我的包?誰踩上我的腳?誰在擠我?啊啊，我不能呼吸了，啊啊，擠著我的胳膊了，疼、疼啊、野獸、野獸啊。包丟在后面，別人都一轟向前，我怎么退后啊?一同學(xué)將我拉回，看來我之前的后怕不是杞人憂天，要不是這棵救命稻草，我早就躺在眾人的腳板下嗚咽了。錯(cuò)過了車不算，受了傷不算，受了冷不算，天黑了，下班車還有么?中秋，中秋，是擁擠?是人山人海?還是人頭壓人頭、人腳踩人腳?
中秋早晨不賴床，頂著七點(diǎn)的鬧鐘走出屋門。天真好，藍(lán)天白云掛太陽，好久沒有這樣的景致了。好像從沒有昨日的寒氣，一掃陰霾，也忘記了昨日的倒霉。翹著二郎腿，咬下一口月餅，呵呵，原來月餅也沒那么難吃，沒那么難消化。中秋團(tuán)圓，我們一家坐在了一起，吃著難得的團(tuán)圓飯。
如果說中秋有味道，那就是滿足。
一盤水果、一盤月餅、一陣歡笑;一個(gè)對(duì)視、一個(gè)微笑、滿園豐收，手拉家人手。此為滿足，此為中秋之味。
如果說中秋有味道，那就是放卻。
曾經(jīng)戀上離家的感覺，牽掛會(huì)成為動(dòng)力。為了家，我會(huì)努力，會(huì)做出成績(jī)。在團(tuán)圓的日子，卸下裝備，卸下疲勞，不用努力，不用警惕。此為放卻，此為中秋之味。
如果說中秋有味道，那就是爽朗。
當(dāng)那輪月亮懸在空中，本是無暇觀賞，又是無意抬頭。一份明亮，幾份純凈，這真是太陽的光芒么?沒有那樣討厭的刺眼的光芒，沒有那樣不讓人直視的孤傲。駐足，原來月亮的美好，在于將自己的美好毫無保留的獻(xiàn)給別人，它并不凄冷，并不充滿拒人于千里之外的氣息。可以在那份爽朗中融化，對(duì)所有的壞心情擺擺手。我向往的單純，喜歡的溫柔，原來，在這里。
多角度的看待問題，總是美好沖淡厭惡。中秋，我尋到了想要的，想要的感覺。圓滿的，將不只是月亮，而是我的未來。這個(gè)時(shí)間的跳躍，讓我離理想更近。
The cold wind blew the earth, and for the Mid Autumn Festival, I carried a lot of books, wearing clothes filled with cold air rushed home.
All the way to hear the station is noisy, in all walks of life eyeful. The usual Liao uninhabited wicket lined up long team, waiting chair is piles of luggage. Well, everyone has to go home to celebrate the festival, at the peak of people do not know when to disappear. Helpless standing on the snake team after the people along the front, not the first car, not the first time to buy tickets, the first time so nervous, afraid of such a group of people to the innocent I stepped on the foot of the foot; blame my father, can not come to pick me; hate school, not earlier. A bus stepping on the dark at the last minute arrival, I put aside all the complaints, cheerful ran, hah, eh? Who tangled up in the my bag? Who stepped on my foot? Who in the crowded I? Ah, ah, I can't breathe, ah, ah, squeezing my arm the, pain, pain, beast and beast ah. Packet lost in the back, others are a boom forward, I how to draw back,? A classmate pullback me, before I scared not unfounded, if it were not for the tree life-saving straw. I'd be lying sobbing under people's feet. Missed the car is not, hurt not, by the cold not, dark, bus and?? the Mid Autumn Festival, the Mid Autumn Festival, is crowded? Is a sea of people? Or the head pressure head, foot foot?
Mid autumn morning wake up, the top seven point clock out of the house. Naive, blue sky and white clouds hung the sun, for a long time no such scenery. If not from yesterday's cold, swept away the haze, forget yesterday's bad luck. Langtui, a bite of cake, ha ha, the original moon cake is not so bad, not so difficult to digest. Mid Autumn Festival reunion, we sat together, eating a rare family reunion dinner.
If the Mid Autumn Festival has a taste, it is to meet.
A plate of fruit, a moon cake, a burst of laughter; a look, a smile, a garden, hand in hand at home. This is to meet, this is the taste of the mid autumn festival.
If the Mid Autumn Festival is a taste, it is to put it.
Once love the feeling of home, care will become the driving force. For home, I will work hard, will make the results. On the day of reunion, unloading equipment, unloading fatigue, do not have to work hard, do not have to guard. This is to put it, this is the taste of the mid autumn festival.
If the autumn taste, that is hearty.
When the moon hanging in the air, this is no time to watch, but also to look up. A bright, pure, this is really the sun's ray? Did not hate the dazzling light, did not let people look aloof. Stop, the goodness of the original moon is the good of their own without reservation dedicated people, it is not cold and dreary, not full of refused to thousands of miles away in the atmosphere. In the bright in the melt, for all the bad mood waved. I yearn for the simple, like the gentle, the original, in here.
A multi angle view of the problem, always a good dilute disgust. The Mid Autumn Festival, I found the feeling of wanting to feel. The perfect, will not only the moon, but my future. This time of the jump, let me away from the ideal.
依舊的佳節(jié)，卻早是人是情非。年年中秋，今又中秋，沒有黃花分外香，卻加快了時(shí)間的跳躍。
冷風(fēng)刮貧瘠了大地，為了中秋節(jié)，我就背著大堆的書，穿著灌滿冷風(fēng)的衣服趕赴家了。
老遠(yuǎn)就聽到車站的嘈雜，進(jìn)去更是滿眼的各界人士。平時(shí)廖無人煙的售票口排起了老長老長的隊(duì)伍，候車椅上更是成堆的行李。唉，人人都要回家過中秋，此時(shí)的人潮高峰不知何時(shí)才能消散。無奈站在“蛇隊(duì)”后隨著前方的人向前蠕動(dòng)，不是第一次坐車，不是第一次買票，第一次這么緊張，怕這么一群人把無辜的我踩死腳下;怨爸爸，不能來接我;恨學(xué)校，不早些放假。一輛大巴踩著天黑的最后一刻到站，我拋開所有怨言，歡快奔去，哈~，誒?誰掛住了我的包?誰踩上我的腳?誰在擠我?啊啊，我不能呼吸了，啊啊，擠著我的胳膊了，疼、疼啊、野獸、野獸啊。包丟在后面，別人都一轟向前，我怎么退后啊?一同學(xué)將我拉回，看來我之前的后怕不是杞人憂天，要不是這棵救命稻草，我早就躺在眾人的腳板下嗚咽了。錯(cuò)過了車不算，受了傷不算，受了冷不算，天黑了，下班車還有么?中秋，中秋，是擁擠?是人山人海?還是人頭壓人頭、人腳踩人腳?
中秋早晨不賴床，頂著七點(diǎn)的鬧鐘走出屋門。天真好，藍(lán)天白云掛太陽，好久沒有這樣的景致了。好像從沒有昨日的寒氣，一掃陰霾，也忘記了昨日的倒霉。翹著二郎腿，咬下一口月餅，呵呵，原來月餅也沒那么難吃，沒那么難消化。中秋團(tuán)圓，我們一家坐在了一起，吃著難得的團(tuán)圓飯。
如果說中秋有味道，那就是滿足。
一盤水果、一盤月餅、一陣歡笑;一個(gè)對(duì)視、一個(gè)微笑、滿園豐收，手拉家人手。此為滿足，此為中秋之味。
如果說中秋有味道，那就是放卻。
曾經(jīng)戀上離家的感覺，牽掛會(huì)成為動(dòng)力。為了家，我會(huì)努力，會(huì)做出成績(jī)。在團(tuán)圓的日子，卸下裝備，卸下疲勞，不用努力，不用警惕。此為放卻，此為中秋之味。
如果說中秋有味道，那就是爽朗。
當(dāng)那輪月亮懸在空中，本是無暇觀賞，又是無意抬頭。一份明亮，幾份純凈，這真是太陽的光芒么?沒有那樣討厭的刺眼的光芒，沒有那樣不讓人直視的孤傲。駐足，原來月亮的美好，在于將自己的美好毫無保留的獻(xiàn)給別人，它并不凄冷，并不充滿拒人于千里之外的氣息。可以在那份爽朗中融化，對(duì)所有的壞心情擺擺手。我向往的單純，喜歡的溫柔，原來，在這里。
多角度的看待問題，總是美好沖淡厭惡。中秋，我尋到了想要的，想要的感覺。圓滿的，將不只是月亮，而是我的未來。這個(gè)時(shí)間的跳躍，讓我離理想更近。