Under the moonlight, I wish to be my hometown

Under the moonlight, I wish to be my hometown; My feet are stepping on the past. In the twinkling of an eye, it is the Mid Autumn Festival. Even if there is a month in another country, it cannot reach my hometown. I only hate that this trip is too hasty and I haven't taken my hometown into my pocket. Thousands of strands of acacia are sent to the moon. I wish my family were safe