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When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I stand up to dance with my shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does it always appear full when we are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes, which has always been difficult to achieve. I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart.