Moonlight wine
Luxury bus, cicada shell, measure time and space with breathing and peristalsis.
The dark world does not belong to me, and the world has long been abandoned by the retreating street lamp.
No, there was a little cool light and shadow, scraping the glass and suddenly cleaning up the dust all the way.
The curtain on the sleeper, embroidered pattern, is a cluster of mottled bamboo.
Oh, in the hazy smoke, the noise of the machine actually shook out a moon shadow.
The mobile phone is not in the blind spot of sound quality, but in the corner of confusion.
South of the clouds, the dancing figure of phoenix bamboo in the moonlight, and the Xiao Yue in Lugou, a suburb of Beijing, have been full of amorous feelings for thousands of years.
In fact, you can touch the crescent moon on the horizon by touching the window.
From the distant palace, there is a faint light, and the light of happiness penetrates the bumpy journey.
It's just a pity that I can't profane the sacredness of my heart.
Only with cold hands can I hold a bunch of candlelight devoutly.
Mixed with coarse grains and dry food in my hometown, it stirred the melancholy thoughts of the journey.
Brew a full-bodied moonlight wine in a fast food cup.
Along the way, a cup, a cup, a bite, a bite, chew slowly, remember slowly, and taste slowly.
This silence is worrying, like a vulture's sketching spell across the lonely.
The inner shadow is boiling the spice of life in a glass of wine.