This mid-autumn festival was so low-key that it was spent unconsciously without leaving any marks. Heart is like water, heart is like quiet moon. The Mid-Autumn Festival dinner in my hometown is naturally full of tables, in which the meat is stewed with old water chestnut, the mountain treasure old duck pot; The old moon cake before the meal, and the rain tea after the meal. After the meal, I went downstairs and walked alone on the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wandered under the moon. The road was the road of previous years, and the month was the month of previous years. However, there were many more houses under the moon. I suddenly realized that I must want. First, walking along the old road, suddenly turning around and finding a new way, turning around and strolling, on the opposite side of the road, a large number of deserted villages emerged in front of us, and the people here had already moved, but the impression of the village still lingered in my mind. It turned out that there was Shen Lao’s address in this village. Later, he sold his house to see that his house was in a mess. It turned out that the whole direction of the village was a word, and the cement path in front of the door was straight and parallel to the village house. Now the cement path is still there, but the House and House are ruins, which are messy vegetation homes, it becomes more and more desolate under the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I paced forward along the path, which was extremely empty around, full of the shadows of trees and mountains, and then became an unpredictable situation with the moonlight. My heart was quiet and far away, and I asked you how could you do it, my heart is far away, not to mention my heart is far away at this time. People are used to looking forward, but seldom look forward, which obviously buries a lot of valuable things. Suddenly lonely and unbearable, I couldn’t help stepping up and walking along a secluded path. Unwittingly, I came to a place, which was as spacious as the airport. The star light blinked, and the simple storehouse was located in a corner of the field. It was obviously a construction site. There was no one, only a few peep dogs, seeing me barking a few times, I walked towards it on purpose, and it screamed and fled. There was a broad road on the edge of the field, and on the right side of the road was a river like a ditch, which made me suddenly realize that this was the original site of pingyou’s hometown that I went, it turned out that Jiangning gold foil factory was on the other side of the river in front of his house. The factory was booming all day long, and it seemed to hear the roar of machines standing here again. Standing for a long time, I recalled to my heart, how many friendship between friends, the voice and the body were just like the present. I strolled and recalled in this way, and unconsciously a new road appeared in front of me, with a new community at the end. There were only three or two people strolling on the road. I thought it was time to finish enjoying the moon outdoors. At this moment, looking at the full moon as new, hanging over the top of the building, Meng de Shiyun said: it is clear that it is like a moon, when can it be done.

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The taste of waiting is really a kind of suffering, especially when waiting for a car, waiting for others will remove people’s patience little by little, but sometimes waiting is necessary. But I am waiting for the appearance of my own words on the website. It is not a day or two to publish text on the website, but this time I have never felt that time has passed so long. Seeing others’ works appear on the website one by one, but their own works still don’t appear for a long time, I feel a little anxious in my heart, and even the passion of writing seems to be hit. I remember that in the past, the slightest time for articles to be submitted to the website was only three or four days, and the fastest time was that the articles submitted today would appear on the website tomorrow morning. But this time after a week, I didn’t see the article, and began to whisper in my heart: Is it because the quality of my own works is not good? Look at other people’s works and compare them with the works submitted by yourself. It seems that the quality of your articles is good, and I feel that every work has positive power, but why haven’t you seen your own article for so long this time? In the past, once my fairy tales arrived at the website, the click-through rate was very high and the readers’ comments were very good. This time there was no article appearing, and I felt very uneasy. Moreover, some readers even asked me if I had any works recently, I can only tell her that it has been sent to the website, but I haven’t seen it on the website yet. The waiting days felt very long, and it was normal in the first few days, because there were many articles posted on the website, and it was not easy to edit. It was really hard for them to carefully review one article after another. But after a week, I started to read my email from time to time, and I always hope to see the editor’s reply in the email, because there will be the website of each article in the reply. But every time I failed. The more like this, the more fearful I feel. I also feel that I don’t have the ability to write. I always doubt whether my words are unpopular. The night was already deep, and suddenly the cellphone prompt rang. I was wondering if there were any new changes in my QQ space. I turned on the phone and saw the reply from the editor of fairy tale website: The article was published. Click to see the website of each article, followed by a paragraph: due to the recent revision of children’s songs Channel, the manuscript review speed is much slower, hope for understanding! It turned out to be this reason, which made me feel refreshed and feel that my efforts have not been wasted. The affirmation of editors and readers is the greatest encouragement to me. Looking at the words of appreciation and encouragement given by editors and the comments given by readers, I feel that I must work harder.

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