You can see fishing lanterns in the dark moon, and a little firefly in the lone light.
The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes in the night.
Capture the White Horse General alive and defeat the Black Eagle City.
The body of the turtle reflects the black sky, and the fish’s eyes reflect the red waves.
The moss on the ancient walls is green and black, and the cold mountains are burning red in the distance.
It is necessary to be a black-headed Fangbo, and not to be a Confucian scholar with a white-headed head.
The sky is empty and the white stone is broken, and the black mink fur is filled with tears.
Black clothes and a giant sword, with stern eyes.
The wind makes hungry tigers roar in the empty forest, and the dark moon scares elk and scurries to cultivate bamboos.
The water from the river cart fills the brain with blackness, and the cinnabar is buried in the fire and fills the cheeks with redness.
The clear moon has not yet risen, and the black clouds are like decaying mountains.
Stupid Confucianism is ignorant and sticks to rules and sentences, and it is useless to argue whether it is right or wrong.
It is the time when the river is full of life, and the moon is setting in the second watch, and the sky is dark.
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
You can travel with me, and it will not be dark until you leave the country.
The more you change your mind, the more doubtful it becomes. The paper is full of dragons and snakes.
Gradually I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and I waited until the moon was dark to see the light of the lake.
The red flags and green caps flicker and disappear, and the black sand and white waves swallow each other up.
The sky is dark and the wind is blowing across the sea, and flying rain is coming across the river from eastern Zhejiang.
After the black millet and yellow rice are first ripe, when the red tangerines and green tangerines are half-sweet.