There are no clouds for thousands of miles, and there is a moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
When the moon is full again,
The night is falling, the stars are fading,
A bright moon, quietly climbing the edge of the sky,
Silver light is sprinkled, and everything is draped in light veil.
Hunan enterprise culture, with poetry as the guide,
We invite you to this feast of the full moon.
No one doesn't love this year's leap, and the moon looks at the Mid-Autumn Festival twice.
For August 15,
We always have inexplicable feelings and feelings.
On this day, no matter where people are,
will raise their heads to look at the moon,
With thousands of miles together, with the end of the world at this time.
The west building looks like a river city, and the pulse is leisurely leaning on the threshold.
At this time, the blue clouds are in the sky, the yellow leaves are in the ground, and the northern geese are flying south.
At night, the moon's light spread all over the land.
The moonlight slanted down, clear as a mirror,
Thoughts became clear in an instant,
The moon will dispel your sorrows and mine.
The moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival is extraordinary, and every festival is full of relatives.
The Mid-Autumn Festival, the most memorable is acacia.
When a bright moon rises from the east,
A strong sense of lovesickness,
It is also gradually rising in people's hearts.
This night is the most affectionate, and this month is the most clear.
Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients.
The moon is the sustenance of emotions and the symbol of culture.
It bears witness to the changes of history and reflects the hope of the future.
Throughout the ages, how many literati and writers,
With the month as the theme, leave an immortal chapter.
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.
Thousands of mountains and rivers have traveled,
The most memorable thing is,
The moon in my hometown is bright and clear.
She, like a painting of ink and blue,
Light ink is lightly dyed, but the love is as deep as the sea.
A trip to the mountains, a trip to the water,
Only the month of the hometown,
Faintly, twinkling in the night sky,
Never fade, never fade.
The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
If you really can't go home,
turned all thoughts into a bright moon in the sky.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown,
When the moon is full, the thoughts are also round,
Home and Abroad,
Enjoy a full moon,
It is the earnest gaze of parents,
It is the wanderer's longing to return home.
Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.
When the moon is full,
The footsteps of wandering the world have a home,
I miss the wanderer's expectation, and I have a journey.
No matter how far you go,
There's always someone waiting for you to come back,
No matter how deep the night is,
There's always someone missing you.
I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.
When the moon is full again,
The nostalgia is a little stronger.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny,
This matter is difficult to complete,
But at any time, there will be that way,
The name is "Homecoming".
Everywhere, there will be those few people,
The name is "Family".
The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.
Mid-Autumn Festival is an affectionate poem,
Every line is soaked in the warmth of home;
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautiful painting,
Every stroke outlines the dream of reunion.
Hunan Qifa cultural prayer
The mountains and rivers are all well; Spend a good full moon, and the year is worry-free.
I also wish you a lot of joy tonight, and live up to this breeze and bright moon.