On the night of the full moon of the Mid Autumn Festival, I miss who to stay for. Alone in the sky o

The meaning of this poem is that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the round moon hangs in the sky, who am I missing? I was alone admiring the moon in the sky, and I really hated myself for being sad because I missed my lover far away. This poem describes the scene of a person who misses people far away on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a reunion festival, but the author didn't know who to leave his thoughts for, indicating that he didn't even have a person to miss now, but he said: Enjoying the moon in the sky alone proves that the author is alone in the Mid-Autumn Festival at the moment, and he hates to cut off his lovesickness: I can't wait to cut off this lovesick sorrow.

The whole verse shows the pain of loneliness, the indescribable pain of lovesickness.

Meaning: On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, who am I missing? I have nowhere to put my lovesick feelings, so I can only be alone to appreciate the bright moon in the sky and bear the sorrow caused by this lovesickness alone.

On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, who is the person I miss to stay, enjoy the moon in the sky alone, and hate the lovesickness means: On the full moon day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the person I miss is in **? Alone admiring the full moon in the sky, leaving alone with the sorrow of lovesickness.

Expresses the pain of lovesickness. On the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the author looked at the moon in the sky alone, and the round moon made his thoughts about the people he could not see in the distance more long.

Meaning: On the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I am thinking about whom, watching the moon in the sky alone, I can't stop the sorrow of missing in my heart.

Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon night, who is left with my thoughts? Alone to admire the moon, unfortunately the sorrow of longing can not be broken.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a seven-character poem written by the Song Dynasty poet Li Pu Shugao. The first two couplets of this poem first write the shape of the moon, round like a treasure mirror, and then write the bright light of the moon, shining for thousands of miles.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the round moon hung in the sky, who am I missing? I was alone admiring the moon in the sky, and I really hated myself for being sad because I missed my lover far away. This sentence describes the scene of a person who thinks about people from afar on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Tang Wangjian's "Fifteenth Night Hope to Du Langzhong": "Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn." The poem points out the common nostalgia of the world on this full moon night with euphemistic questions, and implicitly expresses the poet's deep longing for his hometown friends.

Fifteen nights looking at the moon.

Wang Jian's white arboreal crows in the atrium, cold dew and silent wet osmanthus.

This is the expression of unrequited love, a direct confession, and the specific language can be used according to the actual situation.

If this person is the type you like very much, and by coincidence he confessed to you, then he didn't hesitate to agree, because the two will only make him or her think more, how to face you.

But if it's not the type you particularly like, but you don't hate him or her, how to reply, let's say you want to have further development with him or her in the future, and want to test this person, then it's very simple, you tell him or her, where I go with someone of the same gender on the weekend, would you like to come together, you can also bring a person, let that person know that you don't want to go out on a date with him or her alone, it's a test.

Next, if it's not the type you particularly like, but you don't want to associate with him or her, and because he or she is not a very annoying person, then don't say anything hurtful, then generously say "You're a good person" or "We can actually be good friends." ”

Then you hate this person very much, but this person unexpectedly confesses to you, and you want to get away from this person quickly, then take a dose of cruel medicine, but in order to prevent hurting other people's self-esteem, so as not to retaliate in the future, then say "I already have someone I like" or "I already have someone who likes me".

How to redeem after confession teaches you 6 steps to redeem your love and successfully redeem your lover.

Finally, there is a possibility, that is, you hate this person, but it is not so bad, and it is not that you don't like it, whether you want to be with this person in the conflict, and how to split the book and pretend to be if this kind of person confesses to you. Then you can make that person contradict it in this way, which can be regarded as a test and a refusal. "Give me a reason to promise you and a reason to reject you, okay.

Of course, this kind of god-man can only appear in TV dramas.

At that time, lovesickness, lovesickness back lovesickness.

In March, the willow is gone.

New branches of willows, how much do you ask? Wait for a season of reincarnation, wait for the story of spring.

It is my true color to be at peace with what I encounter, by the pond and the pond, by the small river ditch, by the mountain and water, or in the spring.

In winter, I am also kind to the scenery, with my head bowed and gloomy; In the summer, I was in my prime, and I kept my head down, waiting for the sunset; In the fall, I still keep my head down, waiting for the harvest.

In March, I sent new branches to match the colors of spring.

The willow has a thin waist, contemplative like a dream, swaying when the wind rises, silent when the flowers bloom, and the best sound is to listen to the gurgling water and sing distant songs.

There are walkers on the road, in the quiet nature of sleepy cha, empty and lonely, looking at the mountains, looking at the water, and as if looking at me.

In this season, no one will release the petals, but I am in this mountain, watching the fine water flow, blowing the green branches of the spring breeze, and sending it down the river, sending it to the spring and to the earth.

Spring is not cold, under the light of the warm sun, full of vitality, life is a beam of light, a fire, rooted in play, rooted in reincarnation, rooted in resurrection, endless.

There are too many poems in March, romantic, tender, and hot-blooded, and in general, they are all warm.

The spring rain is as precious as oil, the weeping willows are lovesick, the rain hits the eaves tonight, listen to the spring breeze blowing lightly, listen to the new love of the willow branches, listen to the depths of the smoke and rain, and listen to the endless thoughts.