Forget last night's madness and enjoy the quiet moonlight. In a foreign land, melancholy is everywhere, and I always miss my hometown. I miss the sweet-scented osmanthus candy when I was a child, the big water tank under the locust tree, the bean paste made by my grandmother, and the delicious fish stewed by my mother. Looking around, the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan. Missing my hometown is boundless. Mid-Autumn Festival, love my parents! I hope my answer is helpful to you.