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Mining poetry

melancholy autumn thoughts

The road is white tonight.

The moon brightens my hometown.

Grass meets festivals.

Tian pa shan Miao

This is actually saying that it is not easy for everyone. The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival shines brightly on the road, but the moon here is not as bright as that in my hometown. Whenever festivals come, we are as helpless as grass. It is not that we have no choice, but that we have no choice. The fields in my hometown are all uncultivated, and the fields are afraid of being flooded by weeds in the mountains.

Go home more often when you are free. Otherwise the fields will be overgrown with weeds. That's really afraid of mountain seedlings