The Mid-Autumn Festival is here again, chatting about two small poems, not in the rules, and seeing the house of laughter and generosity. However, he still cherished the broom and took it out for everyone, hoping that the Fang family would criticize and correct it.

A bright moon and a flower,

The moon is bright and clean.

Spend a good night under the laurel tree,

A lifetime of companionship.

On this day, Wu Gang in the middle of the month seemed to feel a little tired. He didn't cut down the laurel tree as hard as he used to. The osmanthus tree is more and more luxuriant, the osmanthus is particularly dazzling, and its fragrance permeates the whole world, and also wafts in front of your eyes and into your heart. On this full moon night, I would like to ride the fragrance of ten miles of osmanthus flowers to come to you at the speed you imagined, and whisper:

Qinghui jade should be pitiful,

We will be reunited when I come.

I don't know where the piano is?

A flute and a flute are in front of you.

I hope to bring you surprises, surprises, and amazements.

Cut constant thoughts, day and night, every minute, every second.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I pray for you and bless you from afar. The cinnamon fragrance is the honey brewed by my thoughts, and the moonlight is the song of my blessings. Even if you can't hear it, let you see it, and even if you can't see it, let you feel it, feel this strong blessing!!