Late at night, walking on the night road, I feel a bit peaceful and a bit uneasy. On this night of lonely stars and cold moon, the moonlight is like flowing water. Quietly, flowing down the criss-crossing paths.
A thin layer of mist floats on the path. The trees beside the path seem to have been washed in milk, and they seem to be wrapped in a gauze dream. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it could not shine brightly.
The moonlight softly shines on the earth from the pure moon. The shadows on the ground are sometimes dignified, sometimes light, sometimes elegant, light and elegant, and leisurely by the water. The world of mortals is like a dream, stepping on the wrinkles of the years, and the lines of poetry that have been painted for thousands of years.
A drop of tears, like yesterday, spread across the ferry that has been wandering for thousands of years. On the street of plum blossoms, there are no words, and the flowers fall and follow the people. Holding the green dew in hand, rolling up the light sleeves of white clothes, walking alone in the valley, knowing the sound is far away as if the water condenses into smoke.
The moon waxes and wanes, and people have their joys and sorrows.
The gentle breeze, the warm clear night, the clear, light, emotional moon.
"We look at each other for a long time. We are affectionate, in the morning and evening. There is a piano to invite the harp, and the ears are full of beauty. It touches my heart, and I have to carry the mandarin heron. It is rare to talk..."
The beauty is gone, but the dust is hard to break. The dancing moonlight makes people intoxicated, the mist arouses the heart, and the plum blossoms grow together in the dream.
The solitary figure leans against the window and looks out at the cold weather. It is hard to express her feelings to her heart. The weather will be cold and the moon will be cool in the coming day. Which one is it for me? I pity her for my sorrow in this world. Deeply trapped in the world of mortals, exhausted and exhausted, no one has mercy. The screen is broken, the night is long and desolate, the joys and sorrows are gone, the building is old, and the drunkenness is endless.
A desolate dream, the water is always flowing, the fallen flowers are frightening, a heart is full, the moon is half full, looking alone, rustling, the cold wind pierces the heart, the dull pain, singing to the wine, tears scattered when I wake up from the dream, the fragrance of ink, The floating moonlight song, the butterfly language, carries the mystery.
The flowing clouds pass by, the misty rain is far away, and there are tiny dust particles dancing in the air. A sleeve of elegant thin clothes, the skylight is faint, and I have been intoxicated with a lot of ink. The fragrance marks the words in the poem, and the shallow strokes draw the phantom figure. Walking gracefully to the edge of the willow bank, a poem is written. The purple road is filled with smoke, carrying a bit of elegance and a bit of resentment. One book is full of ink marks, half a volume has clear lyrics, the lotus is graceful, and the butterflies are dancing. Crystal whispers, as delicate as silk, flowers fade and bloom all over the sky, and the years pass by in the sound of mist and rain.
Dancing in the shallow cup, drunk in the breeze, the dawn clouds are waning and the moon is setting in the blue sky. The fluffy eyes looked blurryly, and there was a little red in the green bushes. Last night, there were golden bottles of wine, and the chatter and laughter of the Confucian scholars; at dawn, hungover, lying on the bank of the lake with a piano and a flute, regardless of the cool wind; when I woke up this morning, I could vaguely see a beautiful woman dancing, in red, quietly dancing, soaring, walking on the clouds, There is laughter in the lotus, and it is like dreaming but not waking up.
The lovesickness of "The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this moment". The night sky is beautiful because of the bright moon, and the universe is warm because of the bright moon. In this bright sky, the moon is no longer dark, and the moon sky is bright and eternal.
Stare at the moonlit sky, light the heart candle, and reveal the most sincere emotions and the most beautiful poetry and painting in your heart!
Emotions Mentor Fengyu, I hope all lovers in the world will no longer be trapped by love
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