Greetings from thunder,
Mid-autumn moon is idle.
Wake up in the middle of the night,
Memories come to mind.
Last night, the dream was small,
The family is poor in autumn.
If you don't realize your ambition of the sea,
It is inevitable to be sad and worried.
The years are so far away,
Yucai hides tall buildings.
Who can know your wishes?
Autumn rain urges people to rest.
This article looks natural,
The future is bright.
You know, before we succeed,
The storm hid the boat.
Poor man of heart,
Hard work is hard to pay.
The revival will come,
The staff are more diligent.
Fate is rare in the world,
A good talent makes a seal.
On the hero's drinking,
Sing 300 songs.
It's raining, it's quiet,
Good things can't stay.
Thunder resounded through the universe,
The weather is getting less and less.
Caring for the elderly and children,
Green hair to bald head.
Standing quietly in the wind and rain,
Tears are thicker than dreams.
The family is expecting a full moon.
Leave people and fall apart.
The painful short circuit is longer,
Memory is thin.
Drinking rain and making wine,
Warm as tears.
Rest when you are drunk.
Don't stay up late last night.
Stop playing,
Arouse eyes and eyes.
Between heaven and earth,
The husband has lived enough.
Be kind to your relatives and accept your friends.
Walk with music.
Good prescription and study,
You can love little worries.
The journey between the sun and the moon in the early morning and the Mid-Autumn Festival is in my heart. Xinghan is brilliant and speaks my language.