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The sun goes down for a long time. The gentle night falls. Praying in deep, sparkling all the stars. At the far end of the village, the moon is slowly rising from the bamboo forest in the thin mist. The drum frog stirred the air quietly in the countryside. Today is the full moon in August, we are excited to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I give you candles to welcome the moon. The yellow grapefruit is tanned, the stem is fresh green placed in the middle, surrounded by bright red...
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The sun goes down for a long time. The gentle night falls. Praying in deep, sparkling all the stars. At the far end of the village, the moon is slowly rising from the bamboo forest in the thin mist. The drum frog stirred the air quietly in the countryside. Today is the full moon in August, we are excited to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I give you candles to welcome the moon. The yellow grapefruit is tanned, the stem is fresh green placed in the middle, surrounded by bright red roses, ripe. Spicy banana pepper mottled with peanuts. The jade pearl ring wrapped in fresh lotus leaf. The pork pies are nestled together in the new look funny! A sweet scent spread in space is busy laughter baby voices mixed with frogs drumming.
The lanterns dancing in the night like to pull out of the handle to fly to the sky with the moon. The village is filled with silver shimmering along with the voices of young children resound echoing. The lights are finished, we organize the festival. Everyone lit up and lit the lights to look at each other laughing happily. The candy dance in the tray, they also want to play the Mid-Autumn Festival! People sit at the table, excited joy. Never as happy as tonight.
You and your friends in the village all year, grouped together in a row along the snake dragon to take the lights of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The paper lamp star, carp lamp ... with the flickering blaze with moonlight made one. We are bored, we break the bank. In the tray is the part of Sister Hang and Cuong. Sometimes I look up, I feel like they are smiling at us and then hold a candy stick to the part that they give them.
River country as well as the air jubilantly of the full moon night. The sky is clear inside, so why not, sparkling. The full moon shines brightly. Moon as the artist spread the surface of the silver shining silver. Then the river was quiet as a dream of watching the night sky. The river hides the full moon into the bottom of his heart. The naughty wind, constantly shaking the ripples hit the shore.
Watching the sky, plants for a while, suddenly ... I suddenly thought if there is no moon star how? It must have been black, silky, cold and dark, all over the air. There will be no fun scenes, busy lanterns, but just see the strange emptiness. The more I think, the more moon. The great light has only one but two
