The scenery of the night, the moon is full of light, the night rhymes with fringes, and the dance is ethereal. Tonight, the poems are deliberated, and the clumsiness is seen in the pursuit of the wind and elegance in the pen, so that the frost night hanging curtain, the night dance neon dress, hanging full of curtains and bright moons, provoking the frost branches of the court. Drinking with the moon and singing with the night, it has been the same since ancient times.
The moonlight melts, the moonlight dances on the night, the pavilion is elegant, and the strings are followed. Looking up, Chang'e in the middle of the moon, slim hand dancing sleeves, shirt color like smoke, indulgent flying, light yarn feathers, such as butterflies making red and purple, if willows whisk spring water. The fairy dances, the hibiscus is delicate, the skirt is fluttering, the yuanna wears flowers, the soul is charming, and it does not disturb the dust. In the haze, it seems to be a dream rather than a dream.
The moon is full of light, the water and wind are clear, the smoke is collected, and the light and color are rounded. The window is far away, the building is perched on the clouds, and the four fields are silent. Suddenly, there is a breeze blowing, the night lightly dismantles the wind and the moon, the curtain of the wind hangs idly, and the branches of the moon are shaken. The wind swayed softly, the delicate and weak, the trees fluttered leaves, and the ground was full of gold. I want to let the breeze climb the flowers, but I drop my sleeves and dye frost dew.
The moon is light, and the flowers are falling. A ground of broken leaves, the wind sleeves are light, the fingers are scattered with flowers, and the pieces are like light flocculents. There are fallen leaves flying horizontally, such as butterflies riding flowers, flying dances, flowers and leaves falling silently, and it is difficult to complain about the heart. Fang Ding fell and hovered, intoxicated to learn to fly immortals, Ren Pink tears fluttered frequently, color sleeves swayed, a song of funeral flowers even dawned, Zhiyin did not see, and there was no flower appreciator. Looking at the moon and sighing, several scenery, interpreting different landscapes in the world!
The night is dark, the moon is dark, the wind is quiet, and the moon is full of shadows. On this night, there are broken and broken, joy is hard to contain, there is detachment, rouge and tears, there is joy and sorrow, and sorrow disturbs the lungs. Counting the things of dust, suddenly east and west, suddenly north and south, but just at will, with fate.
Looking back at the moon and night, the ghostly light is hostile to frost, the haoyue moon is bullying the snow, the night dance is neon clothes, and the heart chases the wind and the moon. Quiet night, alone to appreciate the neon clothes, everything returned to peace, leaving only condensation and song: "The world is always as changeable as the wind, and the body is like a flower dancing for a lifetime." With the jade lamp in his heart, He Shuo Danqing could not draw clearly. ”
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