There is a kind of desolation, called the make-up exam~~

Qingqiu has been a little "busy" these days, if he is not busy, he will die, and he is rolling all over the ground begging forgiveness and forgiveness.

Of course, if there is any Bai Fumei who is bothered, it also proves that Qingqiu is not busy in vain tonight......

To get back to the point, the Heavenly Master has been accompanied by everyone along the way, experienced April Fool's Day, Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, and now is living the Mid-Autumn Festival under the bright moon together. Qingqiu felt honored and couldn't help but sigh. The sensational point is called not giving up all the way, fortunately with you, haha.

Sincerely, I would like to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

Yi Qing is working hard, Qingqiu is working hard. At the last moment, Qingqiu warned himself that he must not relax.

Of course, we need everyone's support!

As an aside, I especially like a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival, "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon/Mid-Autumn Festival", which was written by contemporary Liu Zhou. In contemporary times, it is still possible to write such a chic and charming ancient style, which is a kind of applause that is eye-catching and wants to shoot the case. Let me share it with you:

The flowers fall at this time, and the moon is full at this time

In the heavens on earth, singing and dancing are whirling

The phoenix bird returned to the nest, and there was no wolf smoke, and Mei Chanjuan was lonely.

The waves are lingering, and the bottom of the sea reflects the sky

Don't teach the clouds to cover the moon, thinking that it will be peaceful for thousands of years

I have a neon wind blowing, and the water ripples and sings to smooth it

The hidden dragon in the clouds, the cold palace in the moon

The clouds are dyed with color, and the moon is sprinkled with light

Colorful clouds chase the moon, and clouds cover the autumn sky

The moon is cool, and the clouds carry a fresh breeze

Only then did he rejoice and cause sorrow

Who can solve this worry? Who is a bosom friend?

And drink this cup, and talk about it

Good days are fleeting, like dreams.