The Mid-Autumn Night

风调雨顺

Everything is quiet on the Mid Autumn Festival night, and the mountain wind gently touches the face;
Bright light flows through the window of reading building to the lawn, depicting one picture after another.
Look, flying catkins in the air are looming, and the flowing clouds are dancing, blocking the lonely moon;
Wanderer, wandering outside, tears fell down gloomily, washing away the sadness in his heart.
Tens of thousands of books, flowing with fragrance, full of profound knowledge, are always silent;
Half a bag of aluminum coins are colliding with each other all the way, jingling and ringing all day.
On the western mountain, nightingales chirp and sing, just for the past and present life of the black hole;
At that moment, before dawn, the goddess of wisdom is turning her charming eyes to the East…