Mo Yu is a smoky dancer.
I cherish the ink dye in the twilight.
Fenghua pen and ink, backyard dust. Then the sky is cloudy, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.
Floating life is not a rest, but a departure.
Stay away from the wind, lead the clouds, lead the clothes.
Mo ran Yan Xiang
Qie gu Shi JIU Hao nian Hua
Wu Yueyun spiritually cultivated Mo Qing.
Qiu shui Jian bo crystal xinchu
Huayuesheng
Mo Ran Yan Yu Nan Shangxiang
On the other side, smile and help return.
Looking around is still a different person.
Several times, Gu Jun, the long dream of the soul.
Ji Jun haunts my dreams.
Laughing and drinking, drunk and drunk.
I didn't know I was a guest in my dream.
Yun Qi Yi Xi Yang Fei
Snow and dancing are welcome.
The song is over.
Take care of the moon and the wind.
Flowing late, complaining to each other
I'm like a mayfly with you.
Walking in Shui Mu, I only left a leaf, a feather and a wisp of attachment.
Years and songs, flowing water bid farewell to many fleeting years; The floating life has not rested, and the moonlit dream keeps its promise.
A wisp of breeze, a bamboo shadow, a crescent moon, but a corner, Bai Shengxue.
I am like a fallen flower, accompanying you all your life.
Scattered in the shadow of the stream stone, the flowers in the forest wither early, and the mountains and rivers are admired for generations.
Quietly disappeared in the dust.
Leave a pair of couplets with a smile and an inscription.
Give a linglong dice a miss, live alone in a corner, and look at the face. Years are like songs, and I sigh again.
It's raining, a tree is green and a flower is blooming.
Keep a tree green and dyed, waiting for the white clothes to sing.
In this life, I would like to grow old with you.
May peace be with you.
Please accept it if you are satisfied, thank you!