C一个人中中秋加拿大。渥太华。金斯顿。千岛湖。中国农历中秋夜。晚风吹拂着树木的发丝,那些在湖中涌动的倒影,像一个人的思念,寂寞,悠长。摇摆的船只,像一个个等待回家的孩子,时而左顾右盼,时而焦急地翘首张望。一只水鸟轻轻地合拢了翅膀,似乎厌倦了孤独的飞翔。在异国他乡,一轮挂在中天的满月,瞬间就能让游子热泪盈眶。一滴泪落进千岛湖,仿佛一颗心泊在水 C Mid-Autumn Festival Canada alone. Ottawa. Kingston. Thousand Island Lake. Chinese Lunar New Year Night. Breeze blowing trees hair, those who surging in the lake reflection, like a person’s thoughts, lonely, long. Swinging ships, like children waiting to go home, sometimes looked around, sometimes anxiously looking up. A waterfowl gently folded his wings, seemed tired of lonely flying. In a foreign land, a full moon hanging in transit, the moment you can make wanderer wandering. A drop of tears fell Qiandao Lake, as if a heart parked in the water