Holding the sea bowl and shouting like Mu Qingli to toast, it was Shi Nian.

Everyone raised their bowls one after another and shouted, "To the battalion commander! "This respect, sincerely.

Mu Qingli had no choice but to raise the bowl and said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!" Then he drank it all.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Not to be outdone, everyone drank all the wine in the bowl and drank happily.

Mu Qingli looked at the moon cakes placed in front of the table, and a sense of amazement swelled in her heart, remembering her previous life, but there was only one person left who was concerned, Ling, and now, the current Zhendong Army is where she lives.

Shi Nian smiled and sat down beside Mu Qingli, and said with peach blossom eyes: "Mid-Autumn Festival, it's not appropriate to frown, come, do one with my brother." With that, he filled the bowls of the two with wine and raised the bowls.

Mu Qingli took it and drank it all again, the alcohol content of this era is really too low, and it is really not enough for Mu Qingli, a person who is a good winemaker.

After two bowls of wine, Mu Qingli felt a sense of pride in her heart, she stood up and shouted to the soldiers around the bonfire: "Mid-Autumn Festival, how can you do it without a hot show, I will take the lead, let's write a poem first!" ”

"Good! Good! Everyone was feeling bored, and Mu Qingli's proposal was right in the heart, and they clapped their hands and shouted cheers.

Mu Qingli showed a bright smile, she coughed, moistened her throat, and crisply read Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head":

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

After the poem was recited, the audience burst into thunderous applause, shouting and cheering, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm.

"A good person has joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, good poetry, good poetry!"

As one of the few people who can read and chew words, Mu Lao was so happy that he clapped his hands.

Mu Qingli smiled, and continued to shout: "I'm the one who has taken the lead, and then everyone can't hide their secrets, how can they be worthy of today's festival without showing their hands!" ”

"Good! Master, I'll also come to a while, the dance of our strong men in the cold gate! Shi Nian got up, took the lead to the bonfire, and said to everyone: "Come together, let's dance happily." ”

"I'll come."

"I'll do it too."

Seven or eight people stood up in hulala, stood by the campfire with great swords, looked at each other, and grinned.

Organic, he gently slapped the table with his palm, beat the beat, and Shi Nian shouted: "Move, gentlemen!" And began to swing rhythmically with the beat.

Mu Qingli watched it with relish, this strong man's dance is said to be the custom of Weizhou, at the grand party, the men danced, showing their own body charm to the women, so this strong man's dance is actually a courtship dance.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was supposed to be a day for family reunions, but unfortunately, such a reunion has always been a luxury for those who are in the army.

Mu Qingli was looking at it vigorously, and a cold hand shook in front of her, which startled Mu Qingli, she turned her head and found that Zhao Ziyang had come to her side at some point, and was looking at her with a bright face: "Mu Qing." ”

"Ziyang, why are you here?"