The moon is beautiful, half covered by the shadow of the trees, looking shy. If she is a girl, many men will love and admire her if she sees her at night. The shadow falls in a lake, like a mirror, swinging back and forth, dazzling the eyes of the mountains and rivers, going around and around in the lake. The light-colored clouds are like ribbons flying in the autumn wind, erratic, unable to conceal her joyful mood of celebrating her birthday...
On weekdays, when the sun rises, I look out the window and see the green bamboo night lanterns, and I can't complain endlessly. Xu Chou! When I raise my eyes, pure sadness overflows my heart, and I feel uncomfortable... I raise my eyes, and in the distant sky, the clouds wandering are pure, walking freely, relying on them, hanging in the clouds, searching for thousands of miles, to eternity.
In spring and autumn, the moon becomes fuller, and its silver shines in the sky. Missing, missing, clouds and smoke are cold. A sailing boat, seen by the breeze, along the way, the joyful faces and dreams are still...
The far away moonlight
Awakened by a cough
The thorn rose withered, Curling up, leaving only a few red stars, I felt a sense of sadness coming from my heart. Who passes by and returns home at night, nostalgic for its former beauty!
Floating in the sky
Floating clouds all over the world
A branch of the moon
Among the floating clouds
High in the sky
Bumping and wandering
In the autumn wind
Looking for a way home
Outside the window at night, stars and the moon hang in the sky, and the world of mortals The lights respond to them. In the middle of the night, how many people fall asleep, and how many curtains separate the world inside and outside the windows, forgetting that they still blink and blink, keeping vigil for us.
?——Yueyaerfei (Feier’s WeChat nickname)