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The Mid-Autumn Festival misses my parents' words:

Every festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. At this time, I am heading for my hometown, thinking of your face in my mind and looking up at the moon hanging in the sky like a jade plate. I don't know if you are thinking about me at the moment. We share our thoughts under the same moon. I hope you are healthy and happy. I love you.

The full moon hangs in the sky, and Liu Er dances with her partner. Another moonlit night. Let's raise our glasses to celebrate the reunion and look forward to the moon's heart at home. Thousands of miles of acacia are connected by blood, and my son can't go home in a foreign country. My parents don't care about it at home. Mid-Autumn Festival, father is healthy, mother is healthy.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon hangs high. How homesick the homeless are. No matter how far away, they just want to send their thoughts home. Mom and dad, are you okay?

On the night of August 15, I couldn't sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw Zhang Yuanyuan's face and Mother Moon's smile, which was endless yearning.

Festivals always remind people of home and their loved ones. A greeting on the phone is always sour and faint. It is difficult for my comrades who fought in the front line like me to say goodbye, and I apologize to my son for not being with my parents during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

On this full moon night, I am particularly homesick, in a bad mood and can't sleep. In a trance, my mind always flashes those two familiar smiling faces. My parents seem to be watching me around and making me a quilt that is about to fall.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I miss my parents. How bright the moonlight is at home! . People are my parents, and Qiu Si left a deep impression on me. My tearful eyes sent my grief, my dreams floated in my thoughts, and the breeze sent my love to my parents and kissed your face.

The Mid-Autumn Moon shines on Kyushu, and the moonlight washes your mind. Parents look forward to it day and night, and wanderers are eager to wear it. Although his career is busy, Gao Tang does not regret being late. I might as well go home and watch the moon with moon cakes, and the family will be happy, and everyone will laugh and raise a glass to celebrate the reunion.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, holding a cup of fragrant tea, leaning against the column and staring at the distant night sky, let my thoughts fly away from the confusion of the night, and my thoughts are soaked in green tea. How bright the moonlight is at home! Like moonlight and water, it touched the hearts of many foreign wanderers and set foot on a voyage for this month's thoughts. How many kind mothers are waiting for the moon to return, and the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a day to miss jointing. Missing in the world, like a large piece of grass, grows wildly, accumulates, rushes and spreads to the sky: or a distant son excitedly sings a birthday song for his father in his hometown dialect with a microphone; Or a loving mother, wearing reading glasses, knitting sweaters for overseas daughters; Or lovers in love, tell each other the most distant acacia with the closest and sweetest information.

I miss my parents during the Spring Festival;

On New Year's Eve, I stayed up almost all night, and my mother's eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

For the first time since I was a child, I didn't spend the New Year with my parents. The carnival of a group of people, the loneliness of one person.

The happiest thing is to have relatives around. But it is also the most unbearable separation. Not good at words. But I miss you.

In the days when I left home, my kite was broken and my thoughts evaporated day by day. The bitterness in my heart can't be said. A bottle of mellow wine is like a jar of vinegar.

"A person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his relatives on holidays." It's the annual Spring Festival again, and homesickness spreads endlessly, and the thought of going home is as crazy as fertilizing weeds. There is no stronger feeling than family, and there is no warmer feeling than going home for the New Year.

No matter how wide the sky is, it is not as wide as your love; No matter how vast the earth is, it is not as broad as your love; No matter how deep the ocean is, it is not as magnificent as your love; No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they can't compare with your gorgeous love. Mom and Dad, I miss you.

I miss the happy Chinese New Year scenes of my family. Now that my parents are away, I am not as happy as before, but I will take care of myself. Don't worry, I miss you very much!

There is a deep love, that is, no longer contact, but crazy miss! This yearning has become a warm heart for a lifetime and will not be alienated by distance.

It's very sad to say goodbye, just like the ebb and flow of flowers in bloom. Because of the difference, there is infinite concern. Without you, only this concern will accompany me day after day.

Don't you always forget to ask about going home for the New Year when you meet an acquaintance recently? Every time this time, I will feel another taste in my heart. I understand that going home is people's traditional hometown. A small family is not a home. As long as your parents are alive, the home that gave birth to you and raised you is your destination and the terminal of going home for the New Year.

High-end poems that miss one's family more often during festivals;

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)

Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone. Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. (Li Bai's Jade Family)

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)

Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? (Wang Jian's "Sending a Doctor to Du Langzhong on the 15th Night of Full Moon")

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong? (Du Mu's Nine-Day Climbing)

Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese. The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. (Du Mu's accommodation)

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. (Homecoming Book by He Zhangzhi)

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi "Crossing the River")

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

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