People on the ground have countless moments of hurting the moon.
"The moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world * * *. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get darker, and even though I put on my coat, it didn't get warmer, so I left my message to the moon and turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. " It's time for my lover to look at the moon and miss the recruiter from afar deeply. The moon is so beautiful, so are you, but I still want to go back. Maybe I'll meet you in my dream. It's your holiday. Then I remembered the words "How clever the clouds are, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man sneaked into their positions". When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people. "Love is so beautiful, as long as we meet, it will achieve eternal beauty. As Nalanxingde once said, what is better in life than a pot of wine before death? This pot of wine is full of affectionate nature, pure love and complete pain. Drink it up and life will be complete.
"I have known her for a long time, but we have been apart for a long time, and the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -bring me what she said! ”。 East wind, flowers, silkworms, burnt candles, cold moonlight. I don't want to pursue the profound meaning of this poem, but the sadness of life and the hopelessness of love are full of paper.
Everyone will recite "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home". I have exhausted my homesickness. Just in time: you asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. * * * When do you cut the western window candle? But words in the rain at night. I can't come back, I can only look forward to cutting candlelight with you at the west window. At that time, I will tell you my sadness in this rainy weather. The scene of late rain has therefore become a classic artistic conception described by all wanderers.
"A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, on the other side, there are thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails. There is no such sound in the garden. " Nalan Rong Ruo sees himself as a recruiter, and he can't see his hometown. Perhaps only the moon can understand the thoughts accumulated in his heart.
"Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately rush. Drunk in the battlefield, you don't laugh. Several people have returned to the battlefield since ancient times. " In a beautiful love, I bid farewell to my beautiful wife and was forced to go to the battlefield, a war in which few people returned. This farewell may be a lifetime, waving you away, hoping you will take my heart away. "Since the east like flying peng. Without ointment, who is suitable for it? " This kind of mood, you may understand?
When you ask me how much you love me, I may only answer that the moon represents my heart.
This life is affectionate, beyond words. Please look up at the moon.