Ten years of life and death are endless.
If you don't think, you won't forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
No words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
A Moonlit Night on the Spring River
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
Who sees the moon first by the river, and when does the river shine on people at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water.
The white clouds have gone, and the green maple is sad.
Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain won't roll up, so brush it back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and spring had not come back.
In spring, the river flows away, and it falls on the moon and leans to the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.