The moon is bright and the breeze is bright, the stars are full of dust, and Song Ao is snowy and frosty.
The lyre is glittering, Dong Zewu Xiaolan Chen Xi. A gentleman is not full of blue tea, and he is warm after drinking. So hard to forget Machine Language? If you wake up, you might as well envy it. On the stranger, the mulberry is pregnant with Nie language, and the world of mortals is bright.
The poem was sung on the Lotus River at dusk, and the mantra was written by Ouyang Yeyuzi. Jin Ge Huang Sha Zi Xuan Meng, autumn in the river greasy soup. Love is deep and gentle, and the quiet voice sounds late in the forest.
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire, and the purple kite in Yucheng is safe. Sugar's heart fell on Xue's ass, and Nie Mingjun was domineering. It will always be the altar of jokes, and I will never regret it in my life.
These are all made up by Taoist friends themselves, not poems. The moon, wind and dust come from Mo Tao's Father, that is, ink fragrance and vinegar domain.