Ask for a Tibetan poem about Fang Jie's happy Mid-Autumn Festival, wait online, and hurry!

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When the sachet is dead, the fragrance is less.

Sister Wei proved that the time was Fu Shuiyue,

Neville urged the pipe to flood the spring.

Autumn locust shadow thin cicada tired,

This festival caused a sensation in the west.

Ride the jade dragon, carve it,

The music is not over yet.