Mid-Autumn Festival Greetings

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The autumn wind blows strongly; a streak of ink flies through the air. Where will I wake from my dream tonight? The sound of geese can still be heard by the ear. The sky is vast and open; the pond lies there as before, and loneliness always finds solace in the parasol trees. Elegant and graceful, with hands painted in blue and white – she truly captures the essence of spring and autumn. The cicadas fall silent; once again, frost touches the old man’s hair. There are so many years marked by frost that it’s hard to count them. I worry about those who are traveling far away – to whom can I pour out my thoughts? A wisp of western wind, an old road and a thin horse, frosty leaves heavy at the foot of the mountains. On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Yiwei year, moved by emotion, I compose this as a humble greeting, wishing you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!