1, until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, brought me my shadow, and made the three of us.
2. I didn't see the goose feet in my hometown book shop, but I saw the crescent moon spitting and flying moths.
3, the bright moon is pure pine forest, and the dry peaks are the same color.
The swamp expands with the moon, while the torrent bends with the will of the mountains.
I have sorrow in my heart, and the moon has sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.