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On the moonlight river
The cold moon shines on the great river, and the river is of course that river. Only this river can be called Jiang in his eyes. 16 years. He is here at this time every year. It snowed this year. With a bang, a bottle fell into the raging river and was washed to the east in a blink of an eye.
It snowed even harder and landed in the white-water surging Yangtze River. It seems that there is only white between heaven and earth. However, even if the world is the same color, a touch of color suddenly appears in this painting, which is actually white, and a long gown is gently raised in the snow without a trace of snowflakes. The clogs on my feet are old and yellow, but they are not covered with snow. Casual hair has long been blown by the wind, and it is black at night. I saw his knife-shaped eyebrows at his temples, but his temples were white, his face was like frozen fat, but his moustache was short, his eyes were like paint, but there was a kind of loneliness in his eyes that could not be concealed. "When drinking songs, life geometry? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. When you are generous, you must not forget your worries. How can you relieve trouble? Only Du Kang suddenly began to sing and rushed to the clouds. The snowflakes around him were also forced by their strength, flying around and flying to the vast river. " The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the grass and trees shake the frost, and the flock of Yan says that the geese are flying south. I miss you, you wander and you feel heartbroken. ...