The autumn wind carries the autumn sun and caresses the face of the years, starting a period of longing.
A bunch of sweet fragrance always hangs in my heart. In the wind, it melts the moon tips and floats back to my hometown.
The evening mist and setting sun are accompanied by the bright light of the beautiful mountains. That is the most beautiful scenery in my hometown.
The bright moon in a different place, I miss you so much, I write a piece of letter, I wish, the annual rings are folded.
We meet each other lightly, know each other lightly, and forget each other lightly. No matter how many flowers are blooming, it is like a foreign country.
The smoke from the cooking pots is curling, the gauze is light and diffuse, the stars are bright, and the lights of thousands of houses ignite the local flavor.
The moon cake that I once disliked still smells of childhood innocence, surrounded by fragrance, and is a souvenir.
Thousands of knots, thousands of dreams, splashing ink, telling a story of autumn moon feelings.
When writing with emotion, the most important thing is not to forget that the moon is the brightness of my hometown.
Every time I return, the scene is no longer the same as when I left, strange but also exciting.
Suit refers to the passing of time, and the breath of the times is engraved in the picturesque green mountains, quickly and clearly.
Separated by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the instructions on the phone never fade away, like the warmth of the bright autumn sun.
Thousands of changes, strange things, but the love and roots of my hometown remain unchanged.
The lamp shadow is on the glass, the red candle is weeping and the smoke is lingering, oh, the people in my hometown are missing their lover far away.
Osmanthus flowers and jade, the night is as cool as water, oh, my hometown people are missing their families in the world.
The chaotic footsteps are walking home, oh, that is the homophone of going to reunite with relatives in my hometown.
The light and shadow float, the scene under the moonlight changes back and forth, oh, everything is just a fantasy.
I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season, and my thoughts are deep-rooted there without tears in my heart.
The tears are too frivolous, the double miss is too far-fetched, everything is just right.
Quiet night, listen to Qiuyue's feelings, leave a little miss, and continue to move towards the future.
