A poem describing the rhythm of Mid-Autumn Festival

This poem comes from the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind comes from the horizon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is on the west wing of the moon; The two idle windows are opposite, and the night stars are sparse; Boundless thoughts are accompanied by leisure worries, and when we meet, we raise our glasses to the moon; Tonight is as bright as in previous years, and there are thousands of letters of blessing! The author expressed his thoughts and wishes to his relatives and friends on the Mid-Autumn Festival.