The full moon misses the reunion, and the Mid-Autumn Festival comes to Si 'ernan. Children guard the border for thousands of miles, and parents dream of their children.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, and the dream of high mountain is still there. Qu is the beauty of local accent and the fragrance of spring scenery.
There is deep affection in catalpa, Sang Qingxian. I look forward to this month and miss my hometown far away.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moonlight has reached the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I miss inviting the moon and can't help thinking.
Prepare Kazuki Watanabe musician wine in advance, but don't drink it.
Lonely and lonely, the mid-autumn moon is bright. Song of autumn-storm
Dream man, Ruyan Liu Street. Mid-Autumn Festival is eternal, and now the moon is full.
The clouds are green and the wind blows in all directions. Indus leaves fall and the grass is green.
The autumn wind blows the waves, arousing Wu Shan. Overlooking Gusu, it is in full bloom.
Lust embraces the moon and the sky is full. Acacia Wan Li, me!