One night
I arrived as promised, my footsteps heavy.
Rose grows on the moon, and the Jade Rabbit lights the red candle.
The wild geese fly from the north to the south, and the nostalgia in the eyes builds up little by little, igniting melancholy.
The nightingales flying all over the sky sang their farewell songs alone in this temperatureless night.
No matter how cold the wind blows, it cannot blow away the tears of the stars. Dreams grow latent in the darkness, and bright souls emerge. The darker the sky, the brighter the crescent moon becomes. Missing is hungry, the moon boils the blood.
Snow falls because of worries. The wind is born for loneliness. In winter, it is painfully cold.
In the middle of winter, the eyes are full of pure jade, and a startling glance reveals true feelings. A piece of pure white, parked quietly on the plum branches. When the wind blows, the snow is gentle. The eyes facing the wind look through the autumn water.
A piece of snow, with the steps of a shooting star, moans and flows elegantly. Like a dandelion, swaying here and there in the moonlit night, like a street dancer, walking briskly and freely, interpreting the scenery of youth. In the snow, I followed the example of the Tang Dynasty people, "holding a green jade staff and saying goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower. The phoenix sang and laughed at Confucius, and waved my hair to weep for ghosts and gods." I waved my own spring and autumn at will.
Let’s go, take the clumps of flames dancing in the winter night, and quickly return to the warm dream of the hometown.
Before dawn, I must use this little autumn water to heal all the sadness in your heart.
Two
Looking at the moon on a winter night, my thoughts are like snow.
Ignore all images of decay and delete the cold confusion of time sequence.
Embrace a curtain of dreams, touch the clear and warm moonlight, and listen to fairy tales. Hold the starlight in your palm, kiss the clear lotus wrapped around your fingers, and chase the mist of the sunset over the long river. Resting on the waves of a pond, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, my pure and pure thoughts are still like a dream. Light a heart lamp and meditate that life is like a dream, and the memories of flowers blooming and falling are still in the air.
This winter, the pain pierced by thousands of arrows comes one after another, and the desire becomes lighter and stronger.
The blooms that cannot be blown away by the spring breeze, the sadness that cannot be washed away by autumn water, are deeply ingrained in the lonely and hot heart, unbearable and helpless.
Tonight, prayers are flying all over the sky and the ground is white. I hope that the light will spread all over the place and the love will be boundless.
A ray of moonlight passed through the layers of fog and sprinkled on the cold and rough skin of the earth. I saw the dancing clouds in the sky waving to me.
In this snowy season, I want to stop my hurried steps for a moment, sit quietly on a plum branch, stay lonely, and then turn into a small snowflake, falling on Li Bai's eyebrows, Scattered in the wind of Tang Dynasty. Kiss the seasons.
Time brings me from spring to winter, I hope life brings me back from winter to spring. The past scene has become the background of the poem. The mighty years stand on the river bank, sighing: The dead are like a man, in the heart of the waves of the years.
Three
Snow blows through the mind and illuminates the soul. Dream, walking through the rainy alley, melodious sadness.
Thin clouds drifted by, and the starry sky was warm and lonely, overflowing with dark red sorrow.
The stars are dazzling, the moonlight is lonely and joyful, and contains a long desire.
In the late night, people are quiet, and the breeze is blowing slowly. I pillow on the waves and write in my dream: The years are fragrant, and the silent love is long.
You come from Tianlai, and when you set out, the Milky Way was frozen. You want to go to the sea and watch the warm flowers bloom. You open your confused eyes and look for the colorful clothes of dreams. The waves are flying and dreams are rippling. Your love chases the fragrance of clouds with an elegant and lyrical style.
It is you who gave the desolate Mobei strong bones and immortal spirit. It is you who endow the lonely river with graceful tenderness and immortal aura! In your eyes, clouds are angel wings. The yellow desert wind and sand resounded through the sky. The red willow will not wither, the splendens will never wither, and my heart will fly with the eagle.
What else can be said? At this moment, only silence can be interpreted into a shocking fable. Enthusiasm, holding high the torch of dreams, has become a unique character in the wind and rain.
At this time, the snow has melted into a pool of autumn water, which will brighten your heart. Your heroic appearance in the snow carved the altitude on the bottom of the memory. I saw it, the eyes of the soul, looking back and smiling.
Four
The time is full of dew, the moon meets the moon, the snowflakes meet the earth, the moment Ying bursts into tears, as if she has met her long-lost brother. What a warm friendship. The sharp edge of the cold wind cuts through lovesickness, and the clutches of temptation cannot stop the affection.
The wind of years is engraved in memory. The sound of warnings and the hurried steps.
The blooming life travels through the wind and rain. The waves of pride resounded through the sky.
Rhythmic thoughts are as transparent as dewdrops, containing immortal eternity.
Winter is winter, wind is wind, and rain is rain. In winter, it is burned red by snow. What makes the snow drift and get into Dong’s eyes? Snow is dancing; dreams are galloping.
Reality grows in the dark night, and dreams bloom in the light. The moon's raging tears drenched me in the long river.
The wind cannot blow away the shadow of the butterfly, but the snow can lift away the sleep. Dream is a smoky and colorful island smiling at you from the other side of the sea.
Let’s go. Go to the other side of the sea and look for the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree must be covered with stars. Remember? That year and month, where the lonely flowers bloom, it is the paradise of the soul.
Let’s go, let your will be broad-minded, let perseverance and fearlessness fill your heart, and follow the scenery along the way to the deepest feeling.
Let us walk with the autumn water, the clouds are clear and the wind is clear. Walking with the bright moon, your eyes will be clear and your heart will be clear.
Go in the direction of sincerity, with love, reunion and gratitude, walk calmly, and freeze the truest emotions into eternity.