Author: Year: Tang School: Seven Ancient Categories:
It's a long night in autumn, and Whitestorm is big at night. Yanshan wanderer is thin in clothes,
Qin beauty is cold in the boudoir. I'm going to practice in the building, and I'm going to chop Wan Qi on the plane.
Holding tea, worrying about moving, looking at the anvil to stay. I wandered around for a long time,
Fireflies fly into the curtains. The northwest wind blows the waist, and the southeast moon hands float.
At this time, the moon is pitiful, and the autumn wind is not affectionate. Look at the jagged shadows under the moon,
In order to listen to the intermittent voice between Sally. The crimson river turns, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, birds are singing, and pedestrians are scarce.
I gathered my eyebrows and focused, quietly piercing the shadow. I heard that I haven't been home for a long time.
Anyone who pities Deng Long is too sad. I dreamed of describing the old society and changing it for Xu tailor.
Seal the book and send it to Hequ. It will be green next spring. Mo Yan has stains on his clothes.
Just to miss you.