[original poem]
Flowers on a round mushroom umbrella
Crystal brightness of falling water drops
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The drizzle falls in mid-autumn.
I think of tradition.
That's an old thing.
My heart is full of joy.
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A round silver plate flew into the sky.
Bathed in gorgeous and soft light.
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The breeze brought osmanthus fragrance.
Relatives and friends sent osmanthus wine.
At this time, I was drunk.
I send acacia to the sky.
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A round box
Sweet rock sugar
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Celebrate this festival once a year.
How many happy songs are swaying in the clouds
Friends and relatives get together and laugh.
Have fun, haha, huddle together.