The moonlight in my hometown tonight is the most indescribable. Five thousand years, a full moon, nine mountains and rivers in Wan Li. Put sky lanterns, dance fire dragons, walk on stilts and sprinkle bean foam. Mid-Autumn Festival worships the bright moon, offering sacrifices to Han Yin Changhong. Homesickness makes an old friend drunk, and the past is endless, and the years are wasted. It has always been the fragrance of osmanthus, a wandering wanderer, quietly and emotionally crushing homesickness.
From January to Mid-Autumn Festival, listen to local accent or Jiangnan dialect; Love reunion, and the native land also invites guests from Saibei. And enjoy the exquisite autumn moon, and give China a cup to sober up. Children of Yan Huang, may the world be peaceful for generations to come. Fishing boats should sing at night, and a glimpse of autumn water gives birth to white dew; Jade people teach oral sex, Sanqiu osmanthus rains. Hand in hand, east and west, north and south, hand in hand at home and abroad, Mid-Autumn Festival night, * * * the world sings long. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the world sings harmoniously!