I just threw myself into the arms of August 15.
Wake up my dream in the morning,
Dawn is still early,
Let me listen to the night on the other side,
She's still sleeping,
Speaking of Mid-Autumn Festival,
The sweet smile is refreshing.
There was a faint crow in the distance,
The reddish east appeared,
All the chases are answered at this moment,
Sunrise and sunrise,
The wind blows the fruits of autumn, dazzling,
Mountain red hung all over the treetops,
Like a valley full of lanterns,
Round apple smiled.
Her face flushed,
Wild chrysanthemums are blooming everywhere in Shan Ye.
The withered grass is preparing for winter,
The tall and straight pine and cypress are still evergreen,
The most abundant is the maple forest at the top of the mountain.
Reproduce the deep affection of Mid-Autumn Festival.
Come on! I'll wait for you at the usual place,
Write down the most beautiful poems and sing with you.
Is that you? As elegant as an angel,
Like white clouds indifferent to the sky,
Is that you? As brave as an eagle,
Spread your wings at high altitude,
Is that you? Is that me?
Grassland flies side by side, reins gallop,
Is that you? Is it me?
The sea chases waves, and the tides rise and fall.
Is that you? Is it me?
The sky comes and goes,
Pursuing ideals, a strong man breaks his wrist.
There is no doubt that during the day,
Go ahead and never give up knowing your destiny.
The setting sun is fine and the sun is in a hurry.
Straight into the flower years,
Sleep at sunset, start at night,
Moon viewing and Mid-Autumn Festival,
The moon in my hometown is the brightest.
If two places, people are close together,
If we are together, to be honest,
If the heart is there, the moonlight will always shine on China.
Thousands of memories, blowing in the wind,
The moon has always been the same.
Invite WU GANG, bring Feng Dan,
Invite Chang 'e and Shenzhou to visit,
Invite the bright moon to raise a glass.
Watching maple red with you every year.
At this time, who knows about Changgou Ryutsuki?
One moonlit night in Tianqiao Mountain,
Passion is infinite,
The moonlight is infinite like water,
Throughout the ages, articles have always been related to love.
A glass of wine,
Han Yin's heart is surging,
There is a cloud in the poem, which is praised for a thousand years!