“一年容易又中秋”。银盘似的月亮从东天边上升起,窗外,绵邈、青葱的草坪上撒满了月华的清辉,像是铺上了一层晶莹的露珠。草虫欢快地奏鸣着小夜曲。晚风掠过,几树白杨轻轻摇着叶片,发出了萧萧的声响。对着盈盈素月,我深情地怀想起了远方的友人。国外是怎样一种情况,我不清楚,反正在我们中华民族的文化传统里,月下怀人,已经成了一个终古长新的课题。古人没有条件通过电波同远在天边的亲人直接对话,折柬投书 “One Year Easy Mid-Autumn Festival ”. Silver moon like the moon rises from the east side of the sky, out of the window, cotton wool, lush green lawn sprinkled with the moon, such as covered with a layer of crystal dew. Grasshoppers happy to play the serenade. Breeze swept past, a few trees poplar gently shaking leaves, issued a rustling sound. Ying Ying Su-month, I am deeply cherished to think of a distant friend. What is the situation in foreign countries? I am not sure. Anyway, in our cultural tradition of the Chinese nation, people under the moon have become a long, new subject. The ancients did not have the conditions to talk directly with relatives who are far away in the sky by radio waves