Mid-Autumn Festival private words praise the moon for its good quality.

"Niannu jiao. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon "(Wen Zhiming) Osmanthus fragrans floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the song is boiling. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday.