On the way home, the moon will accompany you to the dawn.

Never doubt, the moon is only in the hometown of Dongshan rise, never doubt, the moon is only hanging in the hometown of the old tree in the village, never doubt that the moon only live in the Spotless Brook in the homeland ... The moon leaves the hometown will not wake the soul, hometown left the moon will be down from here. No matter when and where, find the moon can return to the hometown, because the hometown is near the moon place.

Near the moon, there is a clear river for me, the River of childhood, the youth of the river, as well as the future of the old river ... There is no gentle boat in the river, no Jiangnan elegant pavilion, no Jiangnan classical bridge ... Only the flowing brook, through the place full of flowers, through the colorful four seasons, also quietly into my heart, will quietly into your heart. My lively little fish, once is how to enjoy the scenery of the Four seasons, the sunny days of the sun and rain in the confusion, and how the source of the hometown has been swimming into a lonely land. Fish in order to grow up can swim to ends, the moon will not farewell to the homeland, always hanging in the sky above the hometown.

Jiangnan memory, is full of fishermen singing late, towers shaded, an elegant landscape painting volume, which is elegant Jiangnan. A moon in the sky, a moon in the water, plus the old tree faint crow, small bridge water, is also the classic Jiangnan chic. My hometown is in this chic classic, in this place near the moon. The appearance of hometown in such a song: Low thatched cottage, bitter wells, a often dry river, attachment in the village around ...

Time goes fast, mid-Autumn Festival Flash, but feel always stay in the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the hometown of the Mid-Autumn Festival night. The moon has not climbed up, the stars are only occasionally lonely a few, autumn insects do not call, the night seems to solidify, really worry about the world not to participate in the sharing of this quiet, the day will also click down to collapse. Mountain Breeze in the eaves cruising, distant city sky certainly neon whirling, the distant fireworks also still in resplendent light. Hometown is too quiet, too lost, only two households of the window revealing light, hometown only belongs to a few old, I can not help but sigh a sound. Outside there is a thick coolness, mother called me into the house, because the moon I did not dare to go back, mother sent to accompany me to the moon. Mountain Breeze The cinnamon sent over, the moon finally climbed up, that only good unobservant eyes in that East peak stare somewhat exaggerated, impartial hanging in that strains laogua Tree fork. When the moon rises in the moment, the whole sky stars instantly lit, the world's autumn insects instantly began to sing, the world because of the moon out of the soul of an instant return, hometown because of the moon cloudy eyes instantly polished. Always thought hometown is a pantaloon, stern, serious is an old father. The original moon under the hometown, is a young woman, in the silent light of the carefree and lithe dance, figure Yourou to call people surprised. At this moment, I finally understand why people call their hometown mother. Because the mother is a woman, near the moon's hometown is always a charming woman ...

Childhood singing is still so crisp, this is the hometown of singing, in the deepest heart only praise the Moon: The Moon Light, hometown in dressing, sister take comb, brother where ... Moon Light, Nam Dream, radish fat, rice and wheat golden ... The Local on the moon nursery rhyme is almost confused, not clear the clue, but the mirror-like clarity, no flaws.

Hometown is always waiting for his relatives, hometown of the moon is also waiting for his relatives, hometown of Love is pure and flawless, hometown of the moon's love is pure and flawless. No matter how old you are, no matter how down you are, the moon in your hometown and hometown will be full of love and will be waiting for your return. Friend, when you Jutou the moon, do you think of your hometown? When the spring Breeze Green on the south Bank of the river, you think the moon as you still? Sunset is not the end of the world, the moon to the old, the homeland to keep your moons.

Always stand in the corner of the young city, the sigh with colleagues burdened with the heavy cross busy life, or thin with friends to share the speculative victory after the green wine, these times carried away, it is easy to give their half to a foreign land, to the MO soil. When the month rises, with the family to drink together, and the wife and children together sleep, hometown to accompany people like a dream. This only found that you are the whole hometown, are the hometown of the moon, not only that, but also with your afterlife ...

Friends, no matter how crazy the world, no matter how unfathomable, as long as your heart on the way home, the moon will accompany you to the dawn!

On the way home, the moon will accompany you to the dawn.