Mid-Autumn Festival poetry recitation manuscript

The word Mid-Autumn Festival is a bit like pomegranate. Too many ideas can't be packed. Then it will swell up and open its mouth. Pomegranate rice is white and shiny, and all its teeth are missing, which makes you hurt. Mid-Autumn Festival is also like a train ticket. I am on this platform and my relatives are on another platform, which means long-distance love and reunion after long-distance love. Of course, for one reason or another, you are likely to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, which seems a bit sad, but it is not. Think about it, after all, the Mid-Autumn Festival of singles is rare and worth cherishing.

In fact, it is also very interesting to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone: I am usually as busy as an ant, but now I can become a cricket.

There are too many things to do for a person to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival: smoking and not smoking. Drunk, drunk into a pile of lovesickness in front of photos of lovers. Arm wrestling with the tap water pipe. The window was half open, and I said to the girl who went downstairs, hi. Make faces at the CD. When reading a book, whether you like it or not, you should read it out loud. Throw yourself at the mirror. Sprinkle a few drops of tap water in the corner of your eyes for a tear show. Walk around the house-be sure to go barefoot. Turn on the TV, but turn it off. You just want to see a silent movie. Open your arms and make a flying gesture. Say I love you to the electric fan. Think of yourself as a piece of paper, and it will be blown away by the wind.

A person can also do a somersault, two somersaults and three somersaults on the ground during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moon has risen. Oh, you should go out for a walk, just by moonlight.

When the moon was crouching in the treetops, you moved yourself outside the house.

No one has seen the moon for a long time. She is in the sky, really like Bai Lianhua. Walking, inadvertently, you turn yourself into a river shadow, and the water plants generally flow with you. The moon is as round as missing, no, more round than missing. You may even think that if there were no moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival would be an article without a title-can this be called an article?-What you think most about is the moonlight-as the ambassador of the moon sent abroad-how much heavenly news they brought to the world. There is dew, the bride of the night. They are as simple as village girls. In their dreams, any grass can be used as their dowry.

As a single person, on this Mid-Autumn Festival night, you miss others and are missed by others. In the active voice and passive voice, you wander back and forth like a beam of moonlight swaying with the wind ... drunk, drunk, "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" Didn't the moon inspire Li Bai's romance? "Until I raised my cup, I asked the bright moon and brought me my shadow. Let's three, I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dancing was messy. "Of course, the moon you saw was the one seen by the late masters such as Li Chenxian, Su Dongpo and Li Yu. You feel as if there is a smell coming from the moonlight, like osmanthus and mint, which is indescribable fragrance and coolness. ...

It is inevitable to be lonely when you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone. In fact, the moon is more lonely than you. She has been single for so many years. Usually, we are too cold to look into her eyes. Thought of here, you feel embarrassed again.

In addition to enjoying the moon, the most romantic thing for singles in Mid-Autumn Festival is to come back in the moonlight, lean on the bed and talk on the phone with a person. You didn't know until the phone was dialed. In your busy heart, there is always someone closest to you, and your eyes are moist. You know that in this Mid-Autumn Festival, that person in the distance has become the most tender part of your single heart.

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Mid-Autumn Festival-The moon is so bright.

September is the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Ming Dynasty, so I rushed back to Guang 'an from neighboring waters. Deng Hua in Guang 'an City is in full bloom. Qujiang pearl fishing fire decayed, fog locked sail; Guangfo green corridor, tree-lined, busy; Xiaoping's hometown is brightly lit and beautiful. The moon is as bright as a mirror, and the night in Xiaoping's hometown is hazy. I strolled on Qingshi Avenue and stood silently in front of the bronze statue of Xiaoping surrounded by mountains and green trees on three sides. I looked at the bronze statue directed by myself: the beloved chief designer, our good fellow villager, sitting on a cane chair in a short-sleeved shirt. The bright moonlight poured down on him, and his face shone with kindness; Eyes emit deep light. In front of the rough waves, it seems to be quiet and peaceful, and it looks like sitting and taking a nap after dinner. It was quiet all around, and the insects in the grass seemed to be familiar with human nature. At this time, they all closed their mouths for fear of disturbing the wanderers who came home after a long separation. In front of the statue, two rows in the middle. ...