雪纤瘦The cool breeze woke up bright, red dyeing castle. Who is, choose to leave the city buildings crowded jungle, leaving the city with crowded roadway, lightly pushed the ancient Festival Mid Autumn Festival and unlocked the door, alone in the next month to taste lonely words, sigh only here can know me. Erratic thoughts, through the night curtain, rotary in time and space and no shore without crossing; adhere to the element to the heart, picking it out the memory, with rich thoughts will leave away frequently measurement. The unknown world, a road of trials and hardships, when to reach the harbor?
雪纤瘦
On the Mid Autumn Festival, the traditional Chinese festival, from the Tang Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties Fengyun, always transfer to flourish today. The round moon Qingqing Lang Lang, from ancient times to the present, round another missing, missing and round; from the countryside to the city, so many after being apart a long time joy hung GUI shadow swaying branches, and so many family relatives in the moonlight lay down heating. It is bathed in the ancients, and shone it; it through thousands of years, witnessed countless stories of grief at separation and joy in Union, will clean dust-free aura gift the world, still with elegant pure grace shake hanging in the deep sky, accept the world's eternal devotion worship.

雪纤瘦Cover a few breeze away clouds, a clear water flowed on, gentle, the spill the light ink, slowly stretch Zen painting no side of a shaft. I do not know when to move the carved window lattice, fell on the desk, disseminated the volume of poems and the cup of wine, Mo Yanying moon, also become somewhat cool; who, a bunch of soft cents description add full moon, melancholy, window is brimming with the ink fully and delightfully; will yilianyoumeng, throw to the branches Zhu Lou, a small pavilion, sing the moon song?

The Mid Autumn Festival, a round clear; it flows through the southern region of rivers and lakes, through Saibei smoke, always use the peace and quiet, with numerous living beings, and with a wave of missing reposing be fatigued with the journey, the traveller deep sense of nostalgia; it blows over the years the strings, much humming silent version, like springs emanating faint charm; millennium waiting for human 10000, watching the ancient many Chinese thought, under the candlelight of mother darning; also I do not know how many sleepless nights to snuff out as far as possible, how many times the buildings are not seen.

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