Talk about the sadness of missing your loved ones every holiday.

I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

Sad, sad, miss, miss.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

-Don Wang Wei. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

May the round moon bring my homesickness and pass it on to my parents who are far away!

Entrust your thoughts to the autumn wind, write your concerns all over the maple leaves, turn your blessings into air, melt your heart into sunshine, and wish you a happy Double Ninth Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, and the loved ones are lonely. It is the waning moon that fills the missing, and it is the things and scenery that touch the sadness. Acacia is really like a song, singing the joys and sorrows of the world. Acacia is also like wine, mellow and intoxicating. Alone in the clear moonlight, I am infatuated with misty tears.