Qinyuan Spring, Leaning On the Building looking at the moon and dream girl

Falling flowers flutter, condensed cold, only geese mourning. Indulge in wine and be hot, but pile up thin and hateful; the bar is high and frosty, which helps the poor wind even more. In the atrium of the dress, the step was slow and defeated, and a thousand resentments were swept away. Thinking of Shao's age, he was half sad and half floating.

Acacia is bitter like autumn tong, have remembered no, spring thick is good to relax. There are strange butterflies, dancing in the rings; cicada wings in the leaves, singing the Shang Palace. Now the branches are scattered, like the moonlight, a lonely heart and sorrow. Eyes Star Wild, endure a few new tears, heavy dreams.

Dream Fat Cloud: Autumn cold timing, climbing the stairs and looking at the moon. People say "thousands of miles together", and those who miss them will eventually be far away at the end of the world. Since parting, these many days have just drifted through.

The sycamores in the courtyard are also going to be dilapidated, and they are as spirited as they were in the spring and summer, just like the days when you were around. Looking at the moonlight, what you don't want to leave your mind for a long time is still your face.