The sixtieth anniversary is jubilant, and the festival is connected with the Mid-Autumn Festival dream. It is predestined friends to know many talented women, and * * * gathers the harmonious wind.
I advise you not to be sentimental, the cause of the motherland is the most important. It is true that people with lofty ideals travel around the world for the sake of strengthening the country and enriching the people.
Mr. Fengxiang Jiutianzhen, the wind is different from yours. He loves flowers everywhere and is aggressive.
The wind blew sand all over the sky, and everyone scolded him when he walked over. Fortunately, it is also called escort, which is not self-sufficient but boastful.
A pair of crooked talents came to the group, the moon was incomplete to celebrate the National Day, and Chang 'e also came to celebrate the full moon night in the future.
If there is no strong wind, Fengxiang will be very difficult. If Mr. Wang dies first, he will hurt himself. That's like my brother's escort, the fragrant cistanche leaves a fragrance.
Come to the group to write poems. Don't attack each other. Bodhi leaves flash, drunk lotus listens to the rain and caresses the piano alone.
I'm flattered, and I still claim to be self-reliant by writing nonsense. Don't take your words seriously, just kidding, He Guoqing.
Lotus is drunk, rice is fragrant, lotus rice is fragrant, and I am drunk and fragrant.
Mr. Fengxiang is really talented. Strong winds greet you hand in hand and enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's raise our glasses to celebrate the National Day.
The Songhua River is cool, and online chatting is busy until midnight. Bless each other to celebrate Luna Park and forget the acid.
Songshan rises in the Central Plains, and heroes meet on the Internet. The full moon is full of happiness and the days are sweeter.
Bodhi is the predecessor of Buddha. Pick the leaves and scatter the dust. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival turned into gold, and sisters scattered to help the world.
Heroes call it shame, and I am a splash. The meeting on the internet is for the sake of fate, and we strive to increase happiness with each other.
Being in Songhua River, my heart is beside Pushui, and I am fascinated by Fengxiang and busy.
Wine does not make people drunk, Fengxiang is drunk in a pile of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers makes people drunk. Who will be drunk if she is not drunk?
It's raining in Songhua River, and the wind is singing homesick songs. It's a pity that it is difficult to laugh alone in a foreign land on the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion day.
Autumn is crisp and quiet is better than sound. You can sing a little song with your voice and read the Book of Songs silently.
Mid-Autumn Festival reunion is a reunion. Being in a foreign land is sweet. Everyone is a brother and sisters are proud of themselves.
You won't be lonely tonight, the network is warm, and people are close to the network in Songyuan, not helpless and happy.
The autumn wind blows gently, and the moon is silent. Looking at the stars in the sky, I asked WU GANG where to go. Chang 'e holds the jade rabbit.
Autumn wind blows gently, the moon is full, and the moon cakes are fragrant for nine days. WU GANG climbed the ladder secretly, and Chang 'e descended to earth.
Talented women come to the world, and writing poems is justified. It's hard to compare me with Zhihu. Where's Sue?
Some people in the central plains claim to be crazy, but they are not crazy to him. They want to travel freely, who wants to stir up a thousand waves with one stone?
Autumn is crisp and the moon is full, celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with your poems, dreaming of a series of lovesick rains and waking up to a refreshing bright moon.
Talented girls and pretty girls are calm, chanting poems to the beautiful scenery, drunk listening to the sound of rain, and the rice flowers are floating under the moon.