Bless my daughter in Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival wishes your children the following:

1. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. The moon slowly lingers in the heavy night, and my heart is full of countless thoughts. Tears slipped through the fingers of the moonlight, and everything was silent. Looking at the tears of the next month, Qiu Si was stained with dust. In the joy of all the lights, I am lonely and have nowhere to live in the bright moon.

2, a blurred tenderness, a quiet agility, fluttering in the autumn wind. A broken full moon washes away the indescribable feelings in my heart, flicks the reverie of dreams, entrusts infinite lovesickness, indulges in it and melts in the same lonely moonlight.

3, time waits for no one, things are unpredictable, this year may be a person, next year is an unknown, maybe next year's Mid-Autumn Festival will not enjoy the moon alone, more excitement will lead to less silence, then you may believe that the past silence is worth remembering.

4, Mid-Autumn Festival night, toast reunion, fallen leaves have been flying for a long time. Homesick people are in a hurry in the distance, asking what year the lonely moon is tonight. The light dispersed gently, and the tears wet other places, and the silver light leaking from the pillow quietly accompanied the traces of loneliness.

5, 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.

6. The night is deep and the feelings are strong. Mid-Autumn Festival still lingers in the sky, crossing the cold sadness of fate and crossing the river of lovesickness in dreams. Only Yamashita's thin figure lingers on the lonely shore of lovesickness.

7. Seeing the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon singing in the empty night, my mood is also depressed. In the fairy tales whispering under the moon, are there Iraqis who love each other, indulge in moonlight bathing and cling to each other in the middle of the night after the moon? Are you alone in the window lattice, silently counting the deep red blood drops oozing from the pale moonlight? Do I feel sad about the parting of fallen leaves and dead trees according to L Day?

8. Staring at the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are many lovesickness, dreams, confusion and longing in my heart. Bathed in the humid moonlight, my heart is full of sparse sadness and melancholy.