Manjiang Hong • Mid-Autumn Festival, miserable Mid-Autumn Festival, chaotic clouds crossing, moonlight flickering. Miss your best friend, the poetry is sparse, and the wine is fragrant. Through the old times, there were happy scenes, and the new tears fell sadly. Strike the pen and ink, and look at the flying clouds with trepidation
Miss your best friend, the poetry is sparse, and the wine is fragrant.
Through the old times, there were happy scenes, and the new tears fell sadly.
Strike the pen and ink, look at the flying clouds, Xi full moon.
Open and wide, people are lonely. Like fire,
The heart is like a cut.
Under the bow of the Zhou Gong, the soul leaped.
Love and hate love and hatred at the bottom of the heart, Yin Qingyuan lack of note head said. ‘
Returning home, a bitter melon face, partial to pleasure.
(Into the rhyme, June, nine chips, ten medicines)
Manjiang Hong • Mid-Autumn Festival, miserable Mid-Autumn Festival, chaotic clouds crossing, moonlight flickering. Miss your best friend, the poetry is sparse, and the wine is fragrant. Through the old times, there were happy scenes, and the new tears fell sadly. Strike the pen and ink, and look at the flying clouds with trepidation
Manjiang Hong • Mid-Autumn Festival, miserable Mid-Autumn Festival, chaotic clouds crossing, moonlight flickering. Miss your best friend, the poetry is sparse, and the wine is fragrant. Through the old times, there were happy scenes, and the new tears fell sadly. Strike the pen and ink, and look at the flying clouds with trepidation
Manjiang Hong • Mid-Autumn Festival, miserable Mid-Autumn Festival, chaotic clouds crossing, moonlight flickering. Miss your best friend, the poetry is sparse, and the wine is fragrant. Through the old times, there were happy scenes, and the new tears fell sadly. Strike the pen and ink, and look at the flying clouds with trepidation
