Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Until, holding up my cup, I asked Mingyue, three wines.
Ting Yun Tang Wen Shang shan Zao hang
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Xin Qiji: [Man Jianghong] The Mid-Autumn Festival is far away.
Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua.
Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it.