A glimpse of the Mid-Autumn Festival

(September 27, 2015)

The knife cuts the elm wall like the Great Wall, and the combing wicker is like a knife edge.

The heavenly cloud shadow goose swept the formation, and the ground spit out the flower soul deer diving camp.

The singing and drinking in the city are beautiful, and the wind in the wild caresses the rice.

The four seasons are the most brilliant, and the five flavors of life are the most holy.

Five elders celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival

(September 28, 2015)

Children and grandchildren are not with them, and empty nests and lonely old people gather in front.

The wine and food are sweet, and the poems are fairy.

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