From spring to autumn, spend a full moon.

The year of boxer in 2020 is extraordinary, extraordinary. Super virus and super flood have brought a super test to Jiangcheng people.

That unforgettable Spring Festival, the city was closed, and everyone was worried. Everyone can't sleep day and night, and festivals are no longer difficult.

There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. Flowers in spring should be beautiful, bloom in monotonous, cold and bleak winter, and give people a surprise that the winter wind is thawing and spring is blooming.

But you can only watch the spring through the doors and windows. A garden full of flowers, a lonely place, can only be allowed to open and fall. Flowers live up to me, and I have no intention of enjoying spring waves.

I spent an unforgettable winter and spring and ushered in a hot summer. We went out of the house and threw ourselves into the arms of hope. We are not afraid of hot weather. The mask is still there, and we will never get tired of it. However, the continuous rainy season has put us through the test of a flood.

Troubled 2020! I want to say that this winter, this spring and this summer are still hard to forget. Finally ushered in the expected autumn. I can't help but think of Liu Yuxi's autumn poem: autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring. A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to the blue night.

Full moon, full of love.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the city is still the same, and the moon is full. However, the past is hard to look back, and the month is round and long.

Love a spoiler, unforgettable loneliness. The hero wrote a boat sailing against the current in the Spring and Autumn Period, with a full sense of scene.

In this way, I came to the early autumn, looking forward to autumn and worrying about autumn. The autumn wind passed a tall building overnight, and it was autumn when I woke up. Late autumn sunset dyed sleeves and red leaves danced shamefully. If the day is sleepless, the moon is full of sorrow and a leaf falls. Qiushui hopes to walk through the hot summer, but he is afraid that the weather will get cold and the crown will be poisoned.

In this way, I came to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will go through the late autumn. With a gust of autumn wind, a cool and uneasy heart, along the way. Pray for peace, don't be troubled by autumn, everything in Qiu Lai will be shaken.

It was an autumn wind that kept going all night. Blow down the homesickness everywhere and dye the red leaves all over the mountain. The hometown is far away, and there is often a dream. No matter how far it is, it is far from the dream. My hometown is near, and I am at a loss, but no matter how close it is, I can't get out of the house I miss.

A night of autumn rain, nonstop. The wind entered the house through the forest with rain. Wash away all the floating dust and play a hometown serenade. In the dead of night, it is difficult to sleep, and no matter how quiet it is, it can't calm your heart. The night is restless, noisy and quiet, but the wind and rain wake up until dawn.

Autumn is acacia beans, eating one makes people miss each other and can't stop;

Autumn is a sad tree. I glanced at the Woods in autumn and saw that the land was falling. A restless heart and sentimental feelings are like red leaves flying all over the sky.

Autumn is the harvest season, spring sowing and autumn harvest, as you sow, you reap, and you reap the joy of a full season;

Autumn has been a time for poets to travel and sing on stage since ancient times. Meng Haoran's feelings in Early Autumn: I don't think the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer, and the breeze is heavy and bleak. In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Mountains: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Qiu Si written by Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

Autumn is coming, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the autumn is crisp and the golden osmanthus is fragrant. Is there no autumn moon?

Life is like January. When the circle is full, it is a pity when it is missing. I have experienced joys and sorrows before I know the preciousness and difficulty of reunion. Times are old and difficult, who can be extraordinary? Cherish the present and hope that people will last for a long time, so that everything is beautiful thousands of miles away.

On this autumn night, when a bright moon is at the head, we quietly close our eyes and listen to the moon. Listen to the sounds of nature, listen to the leisurely silence, and listen to the inner peace. Xin Qiji's "Listening to the Moon Poetry" says: Listening to the moon is too clear, and the floor is the most distinct. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows away Chang 'e's laughter. The moon is silent, people are quiet, and they hear good artistic conception.

On this autumn moon night, it should be a time for family reunion. One of Li Bai's poems "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" invites the bright moon: Since from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone has no blind date. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. But there was still a time when I had these friends, and it took spring to eat, drink and be merry. A pot of fine wine was placed among the flowers. I didn't see my relatives and friends, so I had to drink it alone, so I had to ask Yue Ming to drink it. Yue Ming and I became three shadowy people. Li Bai's loneliness, as well as his feelings of cherishing the present, cherishing friendship and eating, drinking and enjoying in time are vividly on the paper.

On this autumn moon night, looking up at the moon and looking down at it is also homesick and thinking of people by the moon. Li Bai thinks at night: Looking up, it is already moonlight, then leaning back, suddenly thinking of home. Du Fu's Moonlit Night: In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. A wife will think of her husband when she looks at the moon, and a child will think of his father when she looks at the moon. A bright moon expresses the bitterness and feelings of missing between husband and wife and between father and son.

On this autumn night, Su Shi wrote a poem for the moon with the title of Water Tune: When is the bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. Su Shi is not only asking for the moon, but also asking about life, mirror and righteousness. I sigh that there are joys and sorrows in life, and there are scattered and gathered. I wish the country and people peace and happiness.

August 15 Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon night and reunion festival. National Day coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the two festivals are beaming. During the boxer period, we were really relaxed, and one big festival and two festivals came.

Today, in the Rongting Hotel where our capable R&D team stayed, five weddings were held simultaneously on the green grass at the foot of the Xi 'an Mountain, beside the osmanthus tree and under the basketball court. Perhaps it has been suppressed for too long, and the starry sky tonight will be full of flowers and laughter.

Life is only a hundred years, how many years can it be? One year old, one year old, one year old. Harvest is the joy of success, affection, friendship, love, health and safety, reunion and happiness, and even experiences, experiences and lessons. What is lost is the ruthlessness of time, the passing of youth, laughter, and even the cost of illness and life.

Along the way, because of the epidemic, because of the flood, because of you-those lovely retrograde people, soldiers racing against life. This round of Mid-Autumn Festival, this moonlit night, is even more wonderful. Love is full, isn't the moon round? Super moon, super full moon, today, today!

People's spirits are bright when they are happy, especially from January to Mid-Autumn Festival. The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time. I wish the mountains and rivers a peaceful dream of reunion, warmth and affection, and a happy birthday.

I wish the motherland a better tomorrow and a more beautiful moon!