Push the burden of life to the rolling wheel, the torque of the dot is always endless movement, will be carried to the corner of the earth and the sky to taste. Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty thus planted into the human heart, a "moon" word has grown into life, always looking forward to the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the beautiful white rabbit to share a piece of ripened fruits and fattening of thousands of causes. The "gold" word is actually the back of the rainbow, drying the vapor from which evaporates beyond the clouds; only the moon, she shyly red-faced waiting for the newlywed sedan chair to carry it to a distant place, and day and night want to meet him;

The handsome Tanabata through the eye of a needle, the ghost festival of the full moon in fact, is not inhospitable. It is the fire, so that the transport of yin and yang thoughts beyond the material red line, toward the inference of life toward the disappearance of yesterday; blood and kinship tracking, scattered out of the wandering mountains and seas, and condensed into your slight heart spring; mending, which has been through the generations of clothing, so that the bloodline in the surging; waves rise, always see your life-long struggle for the lofty words, flying over the Milky Way and vast ocean of the stars vibration! The world of the stars is shaking!

Look at the August 15 Chang'e rocket, once again the Chinese people "in and out of life" of the two small boats into space, beyond the "day" word actually did not stunned! Only see that the step forward, and thus step tighter, faster, so that the group of high-speed train producers jealous, so that those developed family coveted ...... a "backwardness will be beaten!" Become the source of power, the sunshine of the minutes and seconds to grasp more real! "Stop", it just turned around and quietly replied "I don't have time". "Say it!" Put the rest, speak of which is so pleasant ...... dashed;

night sky, when you see that behind the mountains out of the sunlight falling on the body of the reflection of the bright spots from the head, what is called "airship" certainly abstract. But the radio signals coming from its exploration, always put the image of the data one after another towards the people string, inform and decrypt the question: "What is called the future?!"

In the sea of clouds, the clear blue sky covers all the stars of existence, and the tumbling of the water vapor teaches one how real the waves are, and how the trick of beauty lies in its constant change! Structure out of movement, consciously combined ...... harmony, in fact, is each gain in the interests of the whole! Ripening, it becomes rain; weightlessness, landing in the heavy evaporation away: repeated, tossed ...... bye after the moon, the share of the cake it always did not fall; drought, because of the formation! The single-point rainstorm disaster, and thus universal!

Demystify all the processes, the combination of uniform rain how important!

Don't look at the mooncake on August 15, it is actually a principle, a philosophy!

On the occasion of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, call you to review ...... eat it, so that you can answer:

"What is called sweetness?!"