The Mid-Autumn Festival
To the Tune of Plucking Laurel
High in the sky the moon is bright.
Everything under the heaven,
Clearly seen tonight.
The Milky Way is calm and clear,
The moon is brighter than ever,
In spite of the shadow of laurel tree there.
I dare to ask the Fairy Chang’er
Besides singing and dancing,
What to do tonight?
Drink like a fish, why not?