1, Shu Ting: Mid-Autumn Night
I didn't know there was a "flower on the moon" just because of the wind and rain in recent years, when passion attracted a ten-level storm.
I don't know where my heart should stop, but I chose not to. Bai Yutang never regretted it. People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight, eager to get it, and know how to be gentle. It is obviously not enough to let the blood flow like this with the pride of 24 years old.
To have a solid shoulder and lean on a tired head, you need a pair of hands to support the heaviest moment, even though you know you have to give your life completely and leave yourself as much sorrow-1976.9.
2. Yu Guangzhong: Mid-Autumn Festival
Cut the moon cake to the world with one knife, and divide the day and night equally with one knife. Why does the round Mid-Autumn Moon become incomplete with one knife? The blade fell in this place. We are in the middle of both sides. The Millennium storm in the South China Sea is quietly my day. The long night is bitter. Last year, it was the glory of the full moon. * * * Look at Juanjuan on both sides this evening. I expect that I will gradually lose weight like a day?
You're like a night party. From then on, I'm afraid there will be more dreams. Is it your turn to dance in Lingbo East, or should I ride the southwest wind? Chang 'e, a private mirror that opens thousands of households, is the projection of all lovers, covering you with sea clouds for me to rummage through at night.
3. Yu Guangzhong: "Guizishan asking for the moon"
The pure fragrance of Gui Xu's vomit penetrated into the depths of inner greed. It should be a noble autumn soul. Come and attach me. Is it awake or sleepwalking when you walk alone at the head of Guizi Mountain at night? Ozawa, who is dreaming in the clouds, does not believe that he is really in the abdomen of Kyushu. The reflection of the Three Kingdoms has boundless moonlight and laurel trees all over the courtyard?
How can you be satisfied with your dreams? Looking at Jingzhou in the west, alas, Guan Yu has lost sight of Chibi in the east and listened to a fair night tour on the slope. The mighty river is vaguely playing the Three Gorges, drumming the Dongting 70 years ago, and this life has already entered the downstream. I don't know how big the river is this year, but it still rushes forward and can't call back the waves. When will Dajiang wait for the Yellow Crane Tower to return?
And I, which spray is it? Which wave is the great river? When I asked in the first half, Li Bai, who was carefree and clear, didn't give me a hint that laurel petals fell on my head.