The fragrant and fragrant moon shines brightly on the slanting branches and leaves. Under the bright sky, meditating gracefully, the scenery is quiet and charming. In the dust, the wind is soft, and poplars are green and green on the road. The moon is bright and clear, looking at it in reverie, the clouds and smoke rise.
The rays of light on the mountains and rivers, the beautiful scenery and the quiet night, seem like dancing orioles. When I gaze again, the shadows disappear, leaving only the pavilion trees. And the soul is attracted, and the warmth rises and falls, and the desire to speak is gone, but it is empty and twilight. The shadow is lonely, the fog is cold and the smoke is coming, making it difficult to talk.
Confused, confused, and miserable. The broken shadows are blowing, and the six gods have no owner. I want to express my sadness and send you the sweet fragrance, but I am alone. The orioles are singing in the dark willows, the pearls are far away in the sky, and the candles in the west window are holding melancholy, only the deep love and longing for the past. The eyebrows and cheeks are dimpled with a smile, and the fragrance is imprinted on the heart. The beauty is unique in Xiangchu.
Looking at the extremes from layer to layer, the moonlight is misty, and I sigh and feel blocked. The past is also like clouds and flowers in red silk, remembering the period of peace and tranquility, there will always be friends coming back, if it is wrong now. The attentive message, the long-lasting support in the words, the neighbors dancing together on the screen, the free play between the fingers, and the two-way song. Together with the mandarin ducks on the shore of the eyebrows, playing the flute and singing songs, can this life be possible?
