Full Moon in Tanzania

The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion of the family and the nostalgia of people working overseas.  Today, we gather Tanzania thousands of miles away from home. Treating each other as family, we celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival and appreciate the bright moon. 

The moon in Africa is a full moon as it is in China, and we are not in sorrow because we are in a foreign land. In order to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, CNBMI, Sinoma and BNBMG jointly held a Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

Africa, far away from home, we have not forgotten our motherland. The song "Ode to the Motherland" expresses our patriotism. 

Wearing a red dress and dancing the dance "I Miss my Motherland", the light and graceful dance tells the feelings for the motherland. 

Life is always on the go and the fate is always twisted. I hope someone will acCompany you in this journey of twisted life. The song "Red Sun" is a fight against the fate. 

"Bright moon, when did you last appear? Holding a wine cup, I ask the dark sky…" The string is stirred and the melody lingers. The song May We all Be Blessed with Longevity sends the thought and blessing to family.

Although we are in a foreign land, we never forget the motherland. The China marks cannot be erased and the Chinese heart is not deniable. The song "My Chinese Heart" constitutes an ode to the motherland. 

"The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you." Where there is you, there is home. It is just fine if you, me and baby are together. May he (she) always accompany you to laugh, accompany you to make fun, and accompany you until you grow old. 

"Peoplde have joys and sorrows, the moon will wax, the moon will wane, there has been nothing perfect since the olden days." We can't make a choice, but the mood depends on ourselves. Sometimes parting is for a better encounter. May you always meet sunshine and embrace happiness. 

When we gather during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full. The moonlight outside the window is quiet and the interior is warm. The lingering song blows into the heart of people’s heart like a spring breeze. At this moment, even if a spring breeze is not as good as your smile.

 

Life is like a play, and time is like a song. Looking back, those glory days are still vivid, savory and mellow like good wine.

The night gets darker, and the high-hanging moon releases a faint glow. The surrounding area gradually restores silence, but at that corner, people are still toasting each other. The happy laughter and cheerful voices awaken the sleeping birds. Our story is still going on even the song ends.