Second, along the way, the three sisters, Kaige Zhengan Kun, raised their glasses together to wish the real person great success and continue to write a new episode of Qian Qian.
Third, I really came to bid farewell to the Lantern Festival. There are happy events in the reunion. When I heard the good news, I cried like a river.
Four, the atrium Bai Shu habitat crow, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus. I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si!
Thousands of poems will be published soon. Congratulations, congratulations again, congratulations on your realization of your wish, congratulations on the waiting person getting everything.
Sixth, sing wine to celebrate and dance happily. Congratulations. Congratulations. I really admire Cao Xian's poems.
Seven, the stars are thin and the moon is cold, and it is easy to escape from the Milky Way. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night.
Eight, dusk clouds diffuse cold, Han Yin silently turn tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Nine, sincerely come to see off the Lantern Festival, the yen and the moon are reunited, and there are many happy events in the circle. When you hear the good news, you will burst into tears.
Ten, today's spring is warm, and Dongfeng apricot blossoms are demolished. Muscle strength is not as long as it is, but I envy the stones in the stream. Immortals are difficult to be accurate, and the middle life is very fulfilling. I have suffered a lot of injuries recently, and I am glad to see my temples turn white.
Eleven, the lonely shadow looks at the geese, and the daughter is mistaken; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries. My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climb the stairs to make a sad contribution and look at the western sky and the sea.
Twelve, I feel that I miss my siblings and worry about my life. Wan Li, after many years, was lonely all night. The sick face is not an old face, so I forced a new face after thinking about it. We will meet again sooner or later, and we will grow up separately.
Thirteen, don't ask for a return, don't ask for a return. It's better to climb the cloud road than to continue fishing in the Rocky Mountain. The number of wild people goes, and the poor sea is scarce. It's hard to get into isolation, and it's not a matter of living alone.
Fourteen, sticks, quinoa and bamboo trees, Wan Wan's old songs. I am the owner of the forest garden, but he is a guest of the forest garden. Brothers can keep half, but nothing is precious to the dead. There is no future, I see pine and cypress.
Fifteen, the autumn is crisp and the moon is hanging, and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Sixteen, the same flesh and blood can be several people, and they will be separated when they are old. It is not easy for me to avoid this temperament. Only by thinking about your generation can you see the comfort in the morning and evening. I've lived my whole life, and I'm not comfortable.
17. Looking in the mirror, I dragged my soul to the blue skirt, vaguely dreaming, tears wet thousands of miles, the wind suddenly warmed up, and the grass grew new. Every time I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I asked Yan for help before opening the door of life and death.
Eighteen, a round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, flying mirrors and grinding. Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.
Nineteen, the bright moon is in the sky, according to my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
Twenty, Bomen opened the door to spread good news, and he was sincerely happy. Today, thousands of poems were born. Let's join raise your glass. Hard work pays off, and iron bars can be ground into needles. Singing all the year round, how to rest in cold winter and hot summer?
The sky will wash the world again tonight. Summer retreats and autumn retreats. The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran. Like Huaihai's eyes, the long sea is as white as silver, and millions of rainbow-like lights are pregnant with pearl oysters.
Twenty-two, the year before last, on the night of August 15th, apricot garden beside Qujiang pond. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
Twenty-three, the mirror is silent; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.
Twenty-four, I heard that my brother was in a hurry to start a blog. I read the message and shed tears. Thousands of poems will be published soon. Congratulations on your wish. Where there is a will, there is a way. People laugh at life, work hard and let a hundred flowers blossom. Raise a glass to congratulate Shixian, a real person, and wish a new chapter.
Twenty-five, the big dream has been awake for thousands of years, the clothes are messy, the cold is pressing, it is difficult to find old clothes, I can't guess the truth, it is like a dream, I am confused when I am alive, but I am pregnant with karma, and my soul has no return. I am greedy for the world and don't envy the gods.
26. I drink a pot of wine from the flowers 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. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Twenty-seven, when the two sisters grow up, they will be together. I can hold my color and untie my scarf. When I miss the past, I am small and I don't know how to get close. From now on, I will leave hatred, and I will diligently wipe my tears. I'm younger and I don't know anyone when I come back. Although cohabitation is used to it, people haven't found it yet. As Vietnamese, it tastes extremely sweet in water towns. Don't be the hardest, tears will be remembered.
28. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.