Moon, moon, moon. Competition is still insufficient.
Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to.
The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season.
The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting.
Quail day
Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch.
Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.
Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace.
I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
At the beginning of the sunset, the light smoke caged the moon, and the wind was like washing.
Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather.
Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up.
It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying.
God knows, I was worried.
The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently.
The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream.
Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings.
How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt?
I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on.
Nian Nujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Wen Zhiming
Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing.
The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.
Yan Longjian, the scenery is clumsy and ethereal.
First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.
I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.
Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday.
The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.
Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.