First aid, I am in the army now, and the Mid-Autumn Festival party will be held soon. Who can give me a poem about Mid-Autumn Festival? Thank you.

On a full moon night, a wanderer who has been wandering in Europe for ten years, stares at the starry sky and misses the bright moon. At this moment, it is the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival of the motherland, so the wanderer traveled through time and space and had a spiritual exchange with his hometown. Listen: Wanderer (male): Walking on a remote street in a foreign country, the moonlight shines on me like water. How many times have I dreamed of returning to my hometown tonight? I will be in my hometown of trouble sleeping (female): When the gentle full moon rises in my sky, I hear the thoughts of a stranger crossing the mountains and drowning my chest like the tide of the ocean. This sweet moon cake, this sumptuous dinner, quietly waiting for distant relatives to taste the sleepless night in my hometown tonight. Wanderer (male): Staring at the starry sky and missing my hometown, do you still remember that once childish face wandering by the Oujiang River in the middle of the same full moon? The morning you witnessed advised me to bury my attachment deeply in my hometown (female): the endless Oujiang River still sings softly for you. These eager eyes are full of crystal clear concern and transparent wishes for children. Hometown is always the quietest harbor waiting for every wanderer to return home. Far is the most solid arm, and the broad and warm embrace soothes the vicissitudes of every wanderer. Wanderer (male): I have been running around in a foreign city for ten years, sweating like rain in a foreign land. Now my luggage is full of shining golden light, but my heart is more empty. What makes me so blue? What makes me sad in my hometown tonight? What is wild in my heart is my deep yearning for you. Hometown (female): Come back, my child. Green mountains and green waters show you my love for my hometown. You called for a demonstration to build a home. I hope you can write brilliant music. Wanderer (male): There is no Mid-Autumn Festival in a foreign country. No hometown. Hometown (female): Beautiful Danube vagrant (male): My dream hometown (female): Charming Parisian Champagne vagrant (male): My nostalgic hometown (female): Glorious vagrant over ancient Rome (male): I can't let my dream hometown. Light up all the calendars in my life in my hometown (female): Come back soon, boy. Wanderer (male): I'm going back to my hometown (combined): I love you. Wanderer (male): I'll pack my bags tomorrow. Villager (female): I will set off fireworks tomorrow. Hometown (male): Dress you up with my hottest youth. Hometown (female): Bloom for you with my most gorgeous beauty.