The superfluous words circled in parentheses! If you don't like to see it in parentheses, please ignore it! (First of all!) 100 chapters of the festival to celebrate the birthday! Yes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info. This book has been written for more than three months~ First of all, thank you to the goddess of discipline and Zizhu who have been following me in every chapter of each book, I really thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have persevered to this day, and thank you to everyone who collects this book and wastes votes for this book, every day the readership of this book is growing a little, I feel shameless, In the second hundredth, third hundredth, and even more, I can't imagine that in the chapters that I didn't plan for, this team might grow to a scale I didn't dare to imagine... Yes... Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I hope everyone can reunite with their families, well, happy. I'm sorry.,The hundredth chapter and the Mid-Autumn Festival special are pseudo-small fresh.。。。 Well,That's all for it.,And then it's a shameless copy of some things again.。。。 ）

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is the Acacia Moon Tower.

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.

This is the legendary lonely noun of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

This poem, people who have gone to school may have memorized it, then, first forget that painful memory, and then forget those books and teachers on its pedantic and shallow understanding, in the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival, alone, in a different place on the bank of a river, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, quietly open a can of cold beer and drink it, silently read it, in a trance, I seem to be walking towards the way home, my homesickness, with the moonlight, the shadow of the tree, mottled the whole river, along the river, down the river, Before I knew it, I was depressed for the whole city.

I thought that the Nima River might be visible from the top of this altar, but I was wrong, this forest is not small, but the altar is very tall beyond the trees, so although I can't see the river formed by water, I can see the river formed by the stars.

Under the moonlight, the bears play elegant music and carefully arrange the mushrooms in a strange order by the altar, which is the bear's August 15th festival teasing ceremony.

Xuanxuan looked at the sky silently, eating Parisio's specially roasted mushrooms one by one, silently recalling every night when the moonlight slanted into the window of her room.

Parisio was preoccupied with roasting mushrooms, and Yogiguro was holding the shivering dean, staring at the bear ritual.

Lu Xiuxiu sat there, looking at the silent group, he didn't know what to say, and thought for a long time: "Suddenly, I envy that guy Ji Xueba, ahh ”

Silence, silence, embarrassing silence.

He thought about it for a moment and went to the grill in Parisio to pick up the mushrooms: "Where did you learn to bake mushrooms, Parisio, the flavor is really good!" ”

"I'm erect. My dad taught me during the Mid-Autumn Festival vacation in my first year of college. Parisio replied coldly, and the mushrooms on the grill made a sizzling sound.

Lu Xiuxiu was silent, glanced at Daimu Hei, and didn't know what to say, so he sat next to Xuanxuan: "Hey, what are you looking at." ”

"Sky."

"Oh." Lu Xiuxiu also raised his head and looked at it for a while, his neck ached: "Don't you plan to play something?" ”

"Oh." Lazily and carelessly answered, the person did not move.

Lu Xiuxiu touched the ashes again, and on the altar, several torches were lit around the altar.

"Wow, what are they doing when they light a fire!" Lu Xiuxiu tried to get everyone's attention, so he shouted.

Parisio still lowered his head, Xuanxuan still held his head high, and Daigi Hei replied coldly: "Today is also the day when the bear clan pays tribute to their dead companions in the past year, and every fire is a dead bear."

In the distant forest, a fire was also lit, which was very eye-catching in the black pressed forest.

Looking at it from a distance, and then the firelight, around the fire were Zhao Wuji and Zhao Wenji.

Yogiguro smiled bitterly: "The statue of Tee on this altar is made of special materials, which can absorb the surrounding temperature and glow, and the bears believe that when the statue glows, Te'e will lead these departed souls into the mushroom world where food and clothing are worry-free." ”

I didn't have time to ask why Yogiguro knew about such a thing, because the statue of Teo'e there had begun to glow, it was a kind of sacred colorful light, and you could clearly see that it was a bear wearing a fairy cloak and a weaving posture in the sky, and all the bears were kneeling and praying.

The moonlight was scattered in this devotional ritual that might be called ignorance, but it did give infinite power to all the bears present.

"I... Suddenly... I want to eat moon cakes... Xuanxuan said softly.

Kneeling down and worshipping without a bear to add firewood, the fire gradually became smaller, and the light of the statue of Tea'e disappeared little by little.

When the light had completely disappeared, all the bears stood up and waved their hands neatly towards the sky, saying goodbye to something in the sky that was rising and could not be seen with the naked eye, as if the fairy, the immortal who might not exist at all, had really led their relatives to a carefree place.

Yogiguro knew that this was the last scene of the ceremony, and he couldn't wait to hug the dean and squeeze over.

After eating a few mushrooms that I can't do dead mushrooms and a few mushrooms with detoxification effects and a few body-replenishing effects, the dean lay in Yogi Hei's arms and opened his eyes in confusion, the mist on his eyes finally disappeared, he watched, watched.

"Wood... Kiguro? ”

"Dean, you're finally back."

"What time is it today? Why is the moon so round! ”

"It's fifteen today."

"Fifteen! Fifteen! Oops wind. Wait for me! Lao Yan crawled and crawled out of Daimu Hei's arms and fell into a.

"Dean! Dean, slow down! You haven't recovered yet! Isn't it just the wind, the mansion! I'll take you away! ”

"Good, good!" Lao Yantou tried to run a few steps, but he couldn't stand up: "Hurry up, hurry up!! ”

"Great!" Daiki Hei smiled: "There is a water bag here, hurry up and drink some, the body must be short of a lot of water!" Then he lifted the old man's head on his back and headed towards the wind. Running wildly in the direction of the Wandering House, it soon disappeared into the forest.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Wenji, in the distant forest, also waved their hands to the sky and wept bitterly.

"Whew... Lu Xiuxiu took a deep breath, then sighed, he turned around and smiled: "Let's try to make moon cakes." ”

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