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When the moon closes, the willow is quiet, and the bluebird looks at the boat by the stream. The cuckoo still cries blood, and the chilling sound breaks the autumn in a foreign land. It's really hard for two people to suddenly open in the middle of the night. The moon shines on the border for eight thousand miles, but there is no return of your grace! I feel sorry for myself sitting in front of the screen. It's hard to stay in Jun Jun, holding the keyboard empty tears, and the confused thoughts dare not look up. All four poems are tasteless, and the scenery in the four seasons loses its fragrance. Looking from a distance, there are many guests in the screen, just looking forward to the bright moon. The word "Yanyan" flies south, and the stars are fading. The dark knight has not returned in this life, and Yi Mei has no pity. Pomegranate is difficult to produce fragrance in front of the six windows, and the snow becomes a curtain, which is long tonight. Keep the border only for the moon, and worry about it all night. After seven days of cold thinking, there is no cloud in my heart, and the intermittent wind has never been heard. Want to know when there is news, there is no moon and no king on the border. It's foggy on the eighth shallow moon, so pour a glass of wine to help your spirit. Be a hero when you are depressed, sing now! Nine leaves fall into the mud, and the sad song of the bluebird makes a wish in the spring rain and gently perches on your heart. /kloc-The riverbank is quiet in October, and the stars are slightly frosted in the light waves and exposed to the cold. How can it be as cold as snow? Eleven dreams, the bed is cold, the night sky is purple and the wind is light. The word goose flies far south, and the moon is unknown on the fourth floor. Twelve wins in summer, I feel sorry for the sea, but also for Songshan in early autumn. I cried with joy in my letter at home, hoping to return to China for another year. In the middle of the night, there is a breeze and my brain is smoking again. Who knows that poetry is astringent and bluebirds can't fly? When you are alone in love, your wings are seamless. Chatting with tears in order to serve you! Drinking Mingyue alone (Tang) Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.