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Sad memories of mid-autumn moon night

"The moon hides behind the dark clouds and cries secretly, and the wind keeps going crazy. I don't know if it's pity or sigh. Or gloat and laugh wildly! No matter how time flies, what I will never forget is my persistent thoughts and wishes for you. How have you been recently? I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and always be happy! "

The ambivalent mood can't resist the sad memories, but I will send this message after all. I haven't been in touch for a whole year, and it's hard to calm down when I look at the words "successful delivery".

On the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago, you promised to enjoy the moon with me. At that time, I was ecstatic and secretly glad that I had finally bid farewell to the lonely moonlit night for many years.

That Mid-Autumn Festival, before dark, the moon was waiting, just like I couldn't wait. I have been waiting for a long time at our appointed seaside. On a bright moonlit night, the sea is covered with silver and filled with fireworks, and the seaside is no longer the loneliness of the past. I doubt the carnival crowd, and I have an unspeakable joy.

The moon slowly climbed into the sky, and I still stayed in the corner of the beach, stroking the shells with my hands, and my eyes always stayed at the only entrance. It's almost twelve o'clock at night, and your figure hasn't appeared yet. My initial joy gradually turned into loss. Finally, I couldn't help calling your mobile phone, but all I got was annoying "temporarily unavailable" My lost heart has an anxious concern and worry. But what can I do? Besides waiting, we have to wait! At two o'clock in the morning, the people watching the moon gradually left with joy and fatigue. Finally, a message came from the mobile phone, "Sorry, I can't go tonight. . . . . "Looking at your message, tears can't stop falling. . . . .

That Mid-Autumn Festival, I was so drunk on the beach by the sea!

As the days go by, I firmly believe that this life is doomed to loneliness, and I no longer insist on getting rid of it. When I am bored, it has become a habit to feel the tenderness of the waves kissing the beach and to listen to seagulls singing melodiously with cigarettes in their mouths by the blue sea, which has become my lonely enjoyment!

In busy days, many happy or unhappy memories gradually disappear. When I deliberately forgot the painful autumn, your news came unexpectedly. "In a few days, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I want to invite you to enjoy the moon. I'm really sorry about the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. I will do it this time. . . . . "A heart as calm as water is rippling with your news. I really don't know if I should believe this news. I am eager to meet you again, but I am afraid that the newly healed wound will be torn again.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, with ambivalence, I still arrived as scheduled. Walking on this familiar seaside, looking for your familiar and unfamiliar figure. Finally, you finally came, with a bunch of flowers in your hand. Looking at your lovely face, I feel inexplicably sad. On this Mid-Autumn night, there is no bright moon in the sky, but the autumn wind is rustling, and behind the thick clouds, a faint moonlight occasionally diffuses. You and I sit on the beach, almost always silent, and then silent. As the sand flows out from the gap between your hands, time passes by. It's time to go, and you suddenly say, "We have no chance to continue. Please forget me in the future. " . . . . . "I'm not surprised by your words, and my numb expression is more numb. I didn't say anything. In fact, I don't have to say anything, just raise my hand to say goodbye to you. When your back disappears into the night, my tears can't stop. When the stars and the moon can't compete with the dark clouds, the night becomes as dark as paint, and only the sobbing sea breeze lingers around. I know very well that this kind of emotion can't stay, and I know very well that such an autumn night is enough to make me sad and forget for a lifetime!

730 days and nights have passed, and many memories have faded, but I can't forget that sad face. Now, on the rainy Mid-Autumn Night, I stand by and watch the window, and the eaves drop on the windowsill, splashing my face and pouring into my thoughts. How have you been since I received your letter? Mid-Autumn Festival, whether you are a full moon person is also round!