Modern moon-chanting poems

Yu Nianfeng sings about the moon, Yu Nianfeng sings about the moon, and the spring breeze does not know the moon, and the autumn water hides the jade plate. Acacia is in the clouds, and beauty is in expectation. Talking about the moon, the peak and bright moon hang in the sky, and the heart is worried at midnight. Short circuit Wan Li is far away, but long love is close at hand. The moon shines in front of the window of the peak, and lovesickness never sleeps. Worry is born in the heart, when you meet people. The singer of the moon has a day of separation, and the moon has a full moon. I am so sad that I can't speak. I miss you tonight. The moon sings for more than a year, regardless of the moon, and the wind falls on my eyes. I didn't expect to lie on an empty pillow at night, and there was not a word in my dream. There is a bright moon in the sky and beautiful women on the ground on Yuenian Peak. Thousands of miles away, heart to heart. The idea of photographing the summit of the moon for the rest of the year has something to do with the horizon. Tonight is the same as last year. Who do you want to talk to? The full moon tonight, people are still far away. Worry about the spring breeze, laugh and get drunk. There is a lonely moon in the sky and two sorrows on the ground. At midnight, people are looking forward to it, but they are still rowing in the air. The autumn wind sends water to the moon peak, and the fallen leaves return to the soil. Look at the bright moon every year and miss you every night. Yin Yuefeng lingers in the sky and the moon, and the mirror is hollow. Water is inexhaustible, and acacia is exhausted. The peak moon is not round all the year round, and spring flowers are easy to fall. Sorrow is your responsibility, lovesickness is a flower. Chanting the bright moon, the peak of the rest of the year is full of sentimental butterfly flowers, and heartless people leave Yue. I missed the moon for nothing. The moon peaks and autumn waters are dust-free, and acacia is affectionate. Look at the bright moon by the river, but there is no boat on the water. There is a bright moon at Yuenian Peak, but the two places are opposite. High-rise buildings roll jade curtains, which I never forget. Chanting the bright moon, the peak of the rest of the year is in front of the window all night, and the scenery is thousands of miles away. Acacia has a long way to go, and dreams of folks. There is no way to the moon peak, but there are people by the water. Looking at the sky last month, I love the flowers in the village. There are people on the moon peak, and the mountain road is within reach. I don't know what I'm thinking, but I think you're under the roof. Looking at the bright moon by the railing, there are many tears in the middle. Dark clouds can't cover up, and acacia is around. It's hard to find a young heart, because the old feeling of chanting the moon and mountains is fresh in my memory. The water waves reflect the color of the moon, and the fragrance path falls and flowers sing. Yearning for the moon, lovesickness is long, and love letters are short. The moon doesn't lie, but love warms you. Wicker is like an inch of intestines, and acacia causes melancholy. On the high wall in the moonlight, the greenhouse lies under the lamp. The moon-chanting peak is full of autumn moon, and Yuanyang is embroidered on the pillow. There is no sharp knife in the world that can cut the sadness in your heart. At the end of the full moon, people are thousands of miles away, but the wine turns into acacia tears. It's easier to get out of the peak than to send the full moon. People don't know where they are, and there are many spring dreams. More than a year after the moon sings, the peak shines in the moonlight for a moment, which is doubly cherished. Don't be empty, have pity on the present. I never met a beautiful woman when I dreamed of entering Jiangnan Road in Yuenian. The moon is full tonight, and the melancholy disappears. People who sing the moon are independent, and their troubles are coming. At that time, the moon was there, and the pipa said acacia. Talking about the moon, the rest of the year is full of dreams. There is no good plan for a red candle, and others shed tears. Chanting about the peak of the moon is a kind of melancholy, not necessarily round and affectionate. Leaving people at the end of the world will cost you tears. The full moon is in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I hate gifts. The brocade quilt is not warm, and the night sky. The peak of chanting the moon is that chrysanthemums are thin and love the full moon. Think of beauty for a thousand miles, and remember a certain issue with one heart. Because there is no full moon since ancient times, it is difficult for the whole person to be separated. Acacia is hidden in the heart, honey is waiting for geometry. Talking about the peak of the moon is just introspection, not thinking about it every day. A mood has always been there, and it is thousands of miles away. Chanting about the moon, the peak people leaned against the west wing and looked at the moon at the window. The heart hates running water, but the eyebrows are hard to complain. It is common to see the peak and bright moon for more than a year, and it is not as good as the beginning. Acacia has a dormant period and is well managed. Chanting the bright moon, sighing for a while, worrying about people for thousands of miles. The moon is long in front of the window, and the heart is dependent in the dream. Singing the peak of the moon, people who are more than a year away are reluctant to part, and long farewell is worth a thousand dollars. I am ugly with wine, and I am in love with the moon. It is difficult to separate the moon from the mountains. A solitary lamp lights up, but two eyes stay up until dawn. Talking about the moon all the year round, the moonlight is not old. I have sent Qiu Yu several times. You should love the person in front of you and make yourself less troubled. After singing the moon, the fragrance of the peak brocade remains, and there is no acacia. Hate heartless people, when love has tears. The Mid-Autumn Festival is also the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon cakes on porcelain plates are fragrant. Leave people at the end of the world and look up at your hometown.