Still the holiday season, but people's love is the earlier. Every year the Mid-Autumn festival, today is the Mid-Autumn festival, no flower is sweet, but accelerated the time jumps.
The cold wind blow the barren land, for the sake of the Mid-Autumn festival, I will carry a lot of books, dressed in filling of cold air rushed home.
So I hear the station noise, in more with the people from all walks of life. Liao empty at ordinary times the ticket window, long team played a long row of waiting chair is piles of luggage. Alas, all will home for Mid-Autumn festival, people rush at this time I do not know when to dissipate. Stands in front of a "snake" team as helpless people moving forward, is not the first time by car, not the first time to buy a ticket, for the first time so nervous, afraid of such a group of people the innocent I trample feet; Hatred, dad can't come to meet me; Hate school, not off earlier. Standing on a bus to the end of the dark arrived, I put aside all the complaints, gay ran, ha ~, aye? Who's in my bag? Who stepped on my foot? Who in the crowded I? Sigh. I can't breathe, sigh, crowded with my arm, pain, pain and the beast, the beast. One bag in the back, the other people all forward, how can I go back? A classmate to me back, before I agree.it might not alarmist, if it weren't for the lifeline, I've been lying under the feet of all SOB. Missed the car was not injured, not by the cold, dark, under the bus there? The Mid-Autumn festival, the Mid-Autumn festival, is crowded? People mountain people sea? Or head pressure head, feet stepping on one foot?
Mid-Autumn festival nice bed in the morning, at 7 o 'clock in the clock out of the door. Naive good, blue sky white clouds hung sun, haven't out of the scene. Like never yesterday cold, swept away haze, also forgot yesterday's bad luck. Stretching his legs, bite the moon cake, ha ha, originally the moon cake also not so bad, it's not that difficult to digest. Mid-Autumn festival reunion, our family sit together, eat a rare family reunion dinner.
If the Mid-Autumn festival have taste, that is to satisfy.
A plate of fruit, a plate of cakes, a burst of laughter; An eye, a smile, garden harvest, hand hand family. This is satisfied, and taste of the Mid-Autumn festival.
If the Mid-Autumn festival have taste, that is to put it.
Once love the feeling of home, care will become a power. In order to home, I will try and make achievements. In the day of reunion, equipment, remove fatigue, without effort, without a guard. This is put it, this is Mid-Autumn festival.
If the Mid-Autumn has taste, that is bright and clear.
When the moon hanging in the air, this is no time viewing, inadvertently looked up again. A bright, a few pure, this is the light of the sun? Don't hate the dazzling light, no it's not let a person look aloof. Stop, originally the beauty of the moon is to own a better without reservation to others, it is not cold, not full of refuse people away. Can melt in the bright and clear, for all the bad mood swing motioning with his hand. I yearn for the simple and gentle, the original, here.
Angles of view, always good tempered. The Mid-Autumn festival, I find the want, want to feel. Perfect, will not just the moon, but my future. This time jump, let me closer to 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，卻加快了時間的跳躍。
冷風刮貧瘠了大地，為了中秋節(jié)，我就背著大堆的書，穿著灌滿冷風的衣服趕赴家了。
老遠就聽到車站的嘈雜，進去更是滿眼的各界人士。平時廖無人煙的售票口排起了老長老長的隊伍，候車椅上更是成堆的行李。唉，人人都要回家過中秋，此時的人潮高峰不知何時才能消散。無奈站在“蛇隊”后隨著前方的人向前蠕動，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，頂著七點的鬧鐘走出屋門。天真好，藍天白云掛太陽，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。中秋團圓，我們一家坐在了一起，吃著難得的團圓飯。
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;一個對視、一個微笑、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，牽掛會成為動力。為了家，我會努力，會做出成績。在團圓的日子，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。這個時間的跳躍，讓我離理想更近。
The cold wind blow the barren land, for the sake of the Mid-Autumn festival, I will carry a lot of books, dressed in filling of cold air rushed home.
So I hear the station noise, in more with the people from all walks of life. Liao empty at ordinary times the ticket window, long team played a long row of waiting chair is piles of luggage. Alas, all will home for Mid-Autumn festival, people rush at this time I do not know when to dissipate. Stands in front of a "snake" team as helpless people moving forward, is not the first time by car, not the first time to buy a ticket, for the first time so nervous, afraid of such a group of people the innocent I trample feet; Hatred, dad can't come to meet me; Hate school, not off earlier. Standing on a bus to the end of the dark arrived, I put aside all the complaints, gay ran, ha ~, aye? Who's in my bag? Who stepped on my foot? Who in the crowded I? Sigh. I can't breathe, sigh, crowded with my arm, pain, pain and the beast, the beast. One bag in the back, the other people all forward, how can I go back? A classmate to me back, before I agree.it might not alarmist, if it weren't for the lifeline, I've been lying under the feet of all SOB. Missed the car was not injured, not by the cold, dark, under the bus there? The Mid-Autumn festival, the Mid-Autumn festival, is crowded? People mountain people sea? Or head pressure head, feet stepping on one foot?
Mid-Autumn festival nice bed in the morning, at 7 o 'clock in the clock out of the door. Naive good, blue sky white clouds hung sun, haven't out of the scene. Like never yesterday cold, swept away haze, also forgot yesterday's bad luck. Stretching his legs, bite the moon cake, ha ha, originally the moon cake also not so bad, it's not that difficult to digest. Mid-Autumn festival reunion, our family sit together, eat a rare family reunion dinner.
If the Mid-Autumn festival have taste, that is to satisfy.
A plate of fruit, a plate of cakes, a burst of laughter; An eye, a smile, garden harvest, hand hand family. This is satisfied, and taste of the Mid-Autumn festival.
If the Mid-Autumn festival have taste, that is to put it.
Once love the feeling of home, care will become a power. In order to home, I will try and make achievements. In the day of reunion, equipment, remove fatigue, without effort, without a guard. This is put it, this is Mid-Autumn festival.
If the Mid-Autumn has taste, that is bright and clear.
When the moon hanging in the air, this is no time viewing, inadvertently looked up again. A bright, a few pure, this is the light of the sun? Don't hate the dazzling light, no it's not let a person look aloof. Stop, originally the beauty of the moon is to own a better without reservation to others, it is not cold, not full of refuse people away. Can melt in the bright and clear, for all the bad mood swing motioning with his hand. I yearn for the simple and gentle, the original, here.
Angles of view, always good tempered. The Mid-Autumn festival, I find the want, want to feel. Perfect, will not just the moon, but my future. This time jump, let me closer to 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，卻加快了時間的跳躍。
冷風刮貧瘠了大地，為了中秋節(jié)，我就背著大堆的書，穿著灌滿冷風的衣服趕赴家了。
老遠就聽到車站的嘈雜，進去更是滿眼的各界人士。平時廖無人煙的售票口排起了老長老長的隊伍，候車椅上更是成堆的行李。唉，人人都要回家過中秋，此時的人潮高峰不知何時才能消散。無奈站在“蛇隊”后隨著前方的人向前蠕動，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，頂著七點的鬧鐘走出屋門。天真好，藍天白云掛太陽，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。中秋團圓，我們一家坐在了一起，吃著難得的團圓飯。
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;一個對視、一個微笑、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，牽掛會成為動力。為了家，我會努力，會做出成績。在團圓的日子，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。這個時間的跳躍，讓我離理想更近。