24, Mid-Autumn Festival party

September 8, 2014, Mid-Autumn Festival.

The military training stopped for the first time, gave us a day off, and let us have a Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xu Gezi decided to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival party, although everyone was against it, according to me, Senior Brother Li Yufeng was very supportive.

Xu Gezi specially asked me to study the arrangements for the party with Jiang Feifei and Li Yufeng.

Because I was not familiar with everyone, I could only listen to them talk to each other, and I could not interject.

The party finally finalized 11 programs, with 5 songs and 5 musical instruments, all of which were arranged according to the students' expertise, and a poetry recitation was arranged.

This is a task that cannot be shirked, I collect and hang my stomach, use newly written poems, a little short, re-create, the time is too late, not to mention that I am physically and mentally exhausted now. The first appearance in front of the whole class, you can't take it lightly, not only to thank yourself for your style, but also to show your talent and reflect your level. Oh I had an idea, I have a piece of prose that I once won an award in school, and it reads like a poem, and if it is accompanied by music, it will be even more wonderful. I told them about this idea, and they were willing to help me, and finally decided that Senior Brother Li Yufeng would cooperate with me to find the best music.

This news spread far and wide, turning the Mid-Autumn Festival party of our class into a Mid-Autumn Festival party of the military training base, and other classes also put together 4 programs.

In the afternoon of the same day, Senior Brother Li Yufeng and I spent half a day trying out 5 pieces of music, and finally settled on a melodious light music as the background music for my recitation of prose.

That night, the shows went one by one according to the plan, and my show was scheduled for the end.

I didn't have time to watch other people's shows, I could only hear bursts of laughter in the next room. An hour and a half later, under the bright moonlight and the applause of my classmates, I gracefully walked onto the stage, faced all the students and instructors, and recited one of my most proud essays to the beat of the music and in my girlish voice.

Shallow autumn, beautiful scenery

In the sparkling morning, a breeze woke me up from my summer dreams, and I saw autumn kissing my sleepy eyes. The sunlight slightly invades the yellow cover, the mist is difficult to enter the acacia, and when it is autumn again, the branches and leaves of the treetops are gently cut. The shallow autumn, the beautiful scenery, quietly, quietly coming. It has a strong sense of poetry, with a touch of brocade, galloping forward. Although the breeze is still so soft, and the sun is still shining silver, autumn is coming, autumn is really coming. Look: Colorful autumn, graceful and beautiful autumn, misplaced everywhere, mountains, pines, forests, fields.

Like an intoxicated butterfly, swaying with the wind with the grace of falling flowers and the scenery of flying greenery. Ah, the fruitful autumn harvest is like saying a good year in the fragrance of rice flowers, listening to the sound of frogs. Autumn, I read your proud breath from the blue sky and white clouds; From the fluttering notes, read your romantic poems; From the red leaves inscription poem, read your blood-stained demeanor. It is said that the autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, the autumn water is pleasant, and the autumn breeze is far away, but I am lonely and at a loss in this autumn scenery. The sun flowed at the end of the world, and a quiet morning light overflowed the window lattice and sneaked into my embroidery pavilion.

Are you trying to catch a glimpse of my lazy sleeping position, or do you want the morning sun to recognize me again? I just got up, put on a purple dress, and slowly came to the dresser to see if I could still catch the shadow of youth in the mirror? Look at the tsundere me, do I still have a graceful and charming charm? Quietly flipping through the photo album of time, I found that there was an elegant dream hidden inside. In my dream, I am young and pretty, elegant and fresh, graceful and charming. It's like playing in the heart of the mountain, giving birth to all kinds of intoxicating phantoms. As the saying goes: "If you are beautiful like a flower, you can't beat it like water."

There are thousands of worlds and all kinds of life, who do you spend the years with? Li Shangyin has a poem that is well written: "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian." Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring". Send affection with strings, reminisce about the years, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, and cuckoos drip blood. It seems that all the words are implying the loss of the red dust of the years. It's like yesterday's Fang Hua banquet, smiling and smiling, and now the people are scattered, and there is no trace. Really, life is as short as an autumn dream, cold comes and goes, and it is fleeting. I want to pursue the lost Chinese years, so that the face of youth can last forever.

Let the time stay more, so that the watery years are more colorful. However, good things will never be kept for anyone, time is gone, and the past can only be recalled. Life is like a dream, after spring flowers and autumn moons, enjoy the quiet and beautiful rivers and mountains. The heart that has been polished by the years has long been a little more desolate. The wind, blowing through the dust splashed by the sun, will make the mind a clearer precipitation. The wind, up and down, seems to have one or more birds standing on every bamboo. I didn't dare to go in and see what was going on, in this world, many times, I can only be an outsider.

The world of birds, I don't understand; In my world, the birds don't know. The beautiful scenery of autumn will not be made more wonderful and picturesque because of the murmur of birds. Look: the magpie is chirping and chirping in the treetops at the door, and I wonder if it is a happy event or a sad event there. I can't penetrate this bird's whisper. Autumn is a very beautiful pictograph, and the word sorrow is a masterpiece in the history of writing; These two words have the beauty of Shikai Lake halo and wind sweeping pine needles. Ah, lovely autumn scenes, silent fallen leaves, light and light falling paths.

Fall into a bamboo fence and fall onto the lawn; There was a faint sound of cheerful laughter, lingering in the silence of the courtyard, like a bird in a deep valley, making noise in the early morning, dispelling the haze of the night, and beginning to be infinitely bright. The joy of the moment, like an epiphany, forgets the melancholy, in the autumn song, towards life, towards beauty. Autumn is gloomy, hold a touch of autumn sunrise, take a stick of autumn water, clear and bright eyes, walk on the brocade waves of fallen leaves, watch the fallen leaves flying in the sky, and feel extremely comfortable. Ah, it is the breeze, it is the smart brush and ink, in the beautiful maple leaves, outlining an autumn picture.

I'm still immersed in that prose.

The thunderous applause and shouts woke me up and pulled me back into the real world.

I faced the moon, like the moon, bowed deeply to my classmates, and then gracefully walked off the stage, ending my first appearance in college.