It's worth flying at night when you meet a full moon. -Wang Ji's "Autumn Night Meets Stones" The autumn sky is bright and the moon is shining, and Guanghua is humid. -Meng Haoran was pregnant with the bright moon in the autumn night, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "plug".
Clear moonlight night, leisurely thinking. In the messy light and shadow, there are messy lights. Leisure figure, fluttering thoughts, rolling up thousands of heart waves, folding out like water years. If you can indulge in this moonlit Millennium, the past is like a cloud. Who fills the wine, the fragrance floats for a thousand years. who is it? I miss the west wind and the windows.
On the moonlit river, you see a solitary lamp, like a firefly. The breeze blows, the river ripples, and the lights are reflected on the river, twinkling like countless stars scattered. You are intoxicated by this beautiful scenery, and your boat seems to flow in the galaxy. Who is the person in your mind at the moment?
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Although my hometown is picturesque, what does it matter to me that I am in Chang 'an? I'm just staying in Chang 'an for the spring. In my memory, the moonlit night in my hometown is the most beautiful at this time. In the bright moonlight, accompanied by the gurgling stream, the pear tree in front of the courtyard is as lovely as an ethereal fairy. I just don't know who this night belongs to and who is spending it with.
Cut off the green makeup and turn it into red. Folding sleeves is fragrant. A pair of mandarin ducks didn't sleep enough, and their leaves grew together. Don't look for tender lotus roots by thin strips. I'm afraid of green thorns and clothes hurting my hands. It's a pity that the wind and dew are good, and the moon is bright, only after people return. In spring, the buds turn green, the flowers are in full bloom and delicate and charming. Flower pickers shuttle between sleeves, and the flowers are overflowing. Although it was already late at night when they came back, a pair of mandarin ducks under the tree were still awake, sharing their voices.
The spring breeze is ten miles, the moonlight is gentle, and its moments of beauty are in sight, but how can you not feel lonely alone? The moonlit night is beautiful. What I hope most is that someone can accompany me to see the moon.
In the eyes of homesick people, the moon in my hometown is particularly bright; The two brothers haven't heard from them for a long time because they left Chaos, and they can't even write a letter. Nostalgia is gradual.
After the shepherd boy came back, how comfortable and happy it was to find a shady place to sleep with the bright moon on his pillow and not to take off the hemp fiber? Taking the ground as the bed, the sky as the account, the moon as the pillow, eating when hungry, sleeping when sleepy, carefree, such a life can be described as the happiest in the world!