Time is magnificent, and the years are urging people to grow old! What have I experienced in the past two years, full of stories, but full of the sky. Where has the time gone, the time has been eaten by me to my stomach and turned into a small belly. In the middle of the night on August 16, 2015, the moonlight was as pure as white jade, pouring onto the earth, but it was better than white glass, in this light, people missed much, thinking of the person who was deeply rooted in the bottom of the heart but had long been cut off from contact with the impossible to see again, this kind of thinking is worth it, it doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not, because in this scenario, there is only missing, nothing else, missing, missing, just thinking. Under this moonlight, graffiti is made indiscriminately to commemorate this rare "supermoon".

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The moon is easy to think, which makes people embarrassed.

Long remember, invite old friends, go on a long trip.

Green jade condensation Langxuan Pavilion, white milk invites Chinese drink high-rise buildings.

A few lines, a few groans, a few people go.

It can also be known that the bright moon can be lost occasionally.

It can also be known that the couple is separated frequently.

The sky is changeable, people are difficult to stay, and the feelings are long.

Xing'er doesn't understand my suffering, and Yue'er doesn't understand my worries.

Sauvignon Blanc, missing, summer into autumn.

P.S. The older you get, the more lonely you become!" The "Chanjuan" in "Thousands of Miles Together" mainly refers to "the beautiful moon, the bright moonlight, and the beautiful scene", but once upon a time I mistakenly thought it was dirty......

It is said that it is easy to eat when the moon is full, and it is easy to lose when it is full. Millennial months are rare, let alone a hundred years of people! Perhaps, every ordinary person has to walk the same road and live a similar life until he meets a lover, marries a wife and has children, and just like that, lives the same life and walks a similar road until he runs to the end of his life. I don't know the meaning of life, and I don't know the meaning of life, but does it matter? Not at all, actually!

Life tells me, life tells me that as long as I live, every day I live, this life will be full of miracles and too many surprises. Perhaps, this is the meaning of life, to live, just to live! But why do I feel a little lonely, for no reason, but I am always in my heart, and I am still messy, and I keep cutting. It is said that the fifteenth moon is sixteen round, that "whether the end of the world is the same as sixteen, the heart of the beautiful woman has no sorrow", and whether it is "I wish people a long time, from now on and the reed", but it is a pity that the dream is not a dream, the fruit is also the body, good things are difficult to complete, there are one or two sighs in the air, self-pity and self-love into love, too crazy!