Warm a pot of moonlight, let life overflow

Warm a pot of moonlight, let life overflow

Author| Li Mingfeng Editor: Yimeng Fangfei

Warm a pot of moonlight, the vicissitudes of tender years.

The lights are slightly bright, the night is not yet dark; the clouds are rolled up, and the moon window is reflected. The month is lost, who is gone? The moon is full, who is singing? Warm a pot of moonlight, the vicissitudes of the tender years, a pot of moonlight, how much loneliness and sorrow there is, a pot of moonlight, how much expectation is bright. In the face of the ups and downs of life, in the face of the vagaries of fate, it is inevitable that the wrong way is confused, prosperous, and emotionally hurt.

In fact, a tree blossoms only once; three lives wait, only for love. Warm a pot of moonlight, brew in the altar; drink a bowl of moonlight, the heart is fragrant. Use the moonlight to ignite the flame of love and dispel the coldness of dreams; use the moonlight to light up the starlight of love, and the clothes of bright dreams. Laughing red dust, flowers blossoming and falling are all poetry; words are happy, and the lack of a full moon is a song. The road of life has taken a thousand turns, who does not taste the sweet and sour? As long as the moonlight is still in the heart, the dream is in the heart, the heart is on the road, what is walked is the footprints, what is left is the flash, what is sprinkled is sweat, and what is brewed is the fragrance of flowers.

Warm a pot of moonlight, drunk all the time.

Who is holding the bar and idly watching the waves fly away? Who is near the window and smiles at the flowers and leaves yellow? The red dust was strange, and Jing watched Lin Hua thank Chun Hong, and smiled at Fei Xue and thanked Qiu Guang. I don't want to have grudges in the season of spring and spring return, I don't want to be sentimental in the time of green fat and red and thin; I don't want to have wind and frost in the flow of autumn and autumn, I don't want to have sorrow when flowers blossom and fall; I don't want to be confused on sunny days, and I don't want to have confusion in the time of shallow affection. In the midst of the complex scenery, capture the glittering beauty and pick up the refreshing incense.

Late spring, a pot of wine between the flowers, poetic drunken atrium, accompanied by three spring apricot blossoms, send the spring girl to visit the summer boy's hometown; in late autumn, I sing the moon wandering, the clouds with the goose word long, holding three autumn osmanthus flowers, sending the autumn bride into the winter groom's cave room. The road is long, the spring breeze accompanies me to the past; the love is deep, and the starlight is my best man. Affectionately, Autumn Chrysanthemum sends you flowers; meaning long, moonlight as your bridesmaid. Love and starlight are desolate; love and moonlight are long!

Warm a pot of moonlight, brilliant struggle dreams.

The heart has a heart's yearning, dreams have a dream reverie. Walk your own path, follow the direction of your dreams; sing your own songs, pay true feelings and grow high mountains and rivers. We choose to fly in the wind, why should we guess the direction of the wind, the fragrance of flowers is beautiful and fragrant on the journey; we choose the front in the rain, why should we be afraid of the sudden madness of the rain, the rainbow is brilliant in front of us; we choose to be strong in the snow, why should we be afraid of the cold of the snow, and there are plum blossoms in the bones; we choose the far side on the road, why should we care about the long road, and the sword is in the past!

Everything has nothing to do with the season, as long as you boil a pot of moonlight in your heart, my blessings will ignite the starlight of your dreams, and use warmth to warm the coldness of time and the sorrow of the years. In the moonlight city, the yin and sunny cold and warm, sad and joyful clutch affectionate treasure, taste all the touches in life, all the dark incense, quiet good years, grateful time, and walk and cherish, and sing and sing, beautiful dreams and far away, let the heart flower in the branches of life in the four seasons of fragrant fragrance!