The moon hangs in the sky, and its faint silver light is a gentle blessing that shines on the world. Look up, those lights in the darkness may be hope. Only tonight can Chang'e in the cold palace feel a touch of warmth, silently conveying blessings to each other in the world.

Suddenly, a storm swept through this ancient city, and in an instant, the heavy rain offered a baptism. The moon has disappeared. Heaven, there are no bright spots anymore, everything has returned to silence. But the blessing still silently warms everyone's heart.

This rain is the sweet rain falling in the whirling dance of fairies.

This wind is the calm and beautiful song of the elves.

This night is a festival for ordinary people’s souls to return to their abode.

Mid-Autumn Festival is the accumulation of culture, the burst of emotions, and the treasure of a mysterious country. Memories of childhood by the shallow pond, pure love; the breeze waves long sleeves, gently brushing the cheeks, turning into a quiet smile; naively pursuing the whereabouts of Sister Chang'e, in order to experience the cuteness of the Jade Rabbit with one's own eyes; shouting crazily, holding countless mooncakes, enjoying the charm of the festival happily and carefree.

As time goes by, time has changed its appearance, but the beautiful holiday memories are cherished in my heart. It's just that there is no company of family members, no play among brothers and sisters, no joyful excitement, and no countless mooncakes. Everything has changed so much that even the moon is hiding at home for fear of getting her clothes wet.

Lonely Mid-Autumn Festival, ordinary Mid-Autumn Festival, ordinary Mid-Autumn Festival.

Maybe, this is regret; maybe, this is loneliness; maybe, this...

In fact, it doesn’t matter if there is no moon or no friends. The essence of the Mid-Autumn Festival remains the same, it is the lingering affection, the blessings from thousands of miles apart, the affectionate and touching text messages, and the silent heart of everyone...

Another Mid-Autumn Festival becomes a memory, different taste, same truth. The bright moon and the sky are gone, because she is already in everyone's heart.