The slender crescent moon hangs in the dusk, which makes people want to die in a quiet boudoir. The moon curtain was only a few feet away, and the black magpie was shocked and white. The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.
On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds. The sun is full of lust, and the moon is bright and sleepless. I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning? It was a clear autumn and a half-cool night, and I watched Jinbo shine on the flour mill.