On the evening of August 21, I went to Zhongshu Pavilion to attend a poetry sharing meeting of Xue Mo, a writer. He bought his "fox worshiping the moon" and planned to spare time to read the long desolation of the Western Regions. Summer, evening, autumn, and the coming month, I want to write a lot of lines of emotion. As if to see the thin moon, suddenly fell down. Like a leaf, calm and complacent. Just one look, the autumn water is rolling. To get the moon, the moon is there. Are you there? The flow of the flow connection is still the flow. The moon shines, the night cools itself, and the man is quiet.