A complete Mid-Autumn Festival leaders' greetings.

The Mid-Autumn Festival greetings to leaders are as follows:

I wish you a happy holiday, peace and good luck. The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, the red of autumn leaves, the round of Mid-Autumn Festival and the round of autumn, this scene is drunk, and tears are in the eyes of both places. Looking from upstairs, they are full of homesickness.

Second, when the moon is full, I think of my quiet home, my father's white hair and my mother's tears. When the sun is shining, I miss my warm home. I think of my father's hunchback and my mother's cocoon flowers.

Third, it is raining in Mao Mao outside the window; Tonight, the wind is knocking on my window lattice again, and my homesickness is like a soaked seed, expanding for no reason. Wandering for many days, I vaguely climbed up the winding path in the village.

Fourth, give the long-simmering thoughts to the autumn wind, let the bright moon interpret the melody of acacia, let the reunited heart fly in the air, and think of you and my hometown under the mottled night sky in a foreign land.

My hometown is an old wine. The longer I keep it in my heart, the more mellow it tastes. My hometown is a cup of agricultural green tea. The longer I soak it in my heart, the stronger its flavor.

6. There is a beautiful place, living in a paradise on earth in my heart, where the mountains, water and people are more beautiful. And I have already left my soul in a small village near the mountains and rivers. On holidays, I miss my hometown twice, one grass and one flower, one tree and one wood, one brick and one tile.

7. As long as you close your eyes, the mountains and rivers in your hometown, the villages and villages, the valleys and valleys, the grass and trees, the parting of life and death, the joys and sorrows will emerge in front of you, becoming more and more clear and lasting in the years.

Dear hometown, you are getting younger and younger. Your child is no longer young, I miss you gently, I am dreaming of you slowly, and I silently pray that you can be beautiful forever.

Nine, hometown, how many nights I stood in the dormitory corridor facing west, looking up at the night sky, thinking about growing up in my hometown, thinking that every star hides a smiling face, which makes people want to wear it.