Xiao Wu left happily.

Walking on the streets under the moon, he looked at the bright moon in the sky, and silently murmured in his heart:

"Brother Chen'an, it's Mid-Autumn Festival night again, and there is no Mid-Autumn Festival literary meeting in the literary world."

"If you are not here, what's the fun of the article?"

"A great dream in the world,

How many autumn cooler will happen in life.

The wind and leaves are already roaring at the corridor.

Look at the eyebrows and temples.

The wine is low and the guests are often worried.

The moon is bright and the clouds are hindered.

Who can share the lonely light with Mid-Autumn Festival?

Look north with a sad cup!"

Just when he was outside Juxian Pavilion, Xiao Wu stopped and pointed.

He said in his heart:

"I want to drink, be drunk tonight!"
Chapter completed!