It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
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The world is like a dream, and life has experienced several cool autumn. At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounded through the cloister, and a few more silver wires appeared in the brow and sideburns. Wine is not good, but I'm afraid there are few people to accompany me. Just like the moon, the moonlight is covered by clouds. Who can accompany me through the lonely time of Mid-Autumn Festival? No one answered. I can only pick up my glass and look sadly to the north.
In Huangzhou, on a spring night, I swam in the water, drank in a restaurant, got drunk, took the moon to a creek bridge, unloaded my saddle, and took a rest after getting drunk. It feels like it's already dawn, the mountains are crowded and the water is rushing, so I doubt it's earthly. On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. The sea fairy hangs her green hair upside down when she sends out a fragrant cluster. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. High feelings have vanished, not with pear flower dreams.
Three times under the Pingshan Hall, a half-life break. I haven't seen an old fairy for ten years, and the dragon and snake fly up the wall. If you want to hang an article, you can still sing willow spring breeze. Needless to say, everything turns empty and dreams without turning your head.