Uncle Wen of "Wen"
I stood on the embankment of time, waiting for the boat to come from the sky.
But there are no cloud sails floating from the Milky Way, anchoring in the shaded harbor.
The moon is missing flowers, and the loss is sad.
Teenagers become old...
The full moon has not been returned, and it is full of expectations.
The return is still a teenager!
The year she went missing from Ome. The bamboo horse leaned alone against the wall.
Looking at the crooked crescent, it grew into a round smile.
I want to turn into a bamboo penny and prop up the black canopy boat of the lotus pond.
Take you to see the face of the moon. Awaken the red lotus in the dream.
I want to turn into an oil-paper umbrella to hold up that half of the sky for you.
Think about it and turn it into a supreme treasure, pull out the purple-green sword in your sheath.
Step on the seven-colored clouds to greet you, and add a deadline to that word.
10,000 years...
Ten thousand years, you say too long and too long.
Qingmei has gone away to become a passerby, the plum is yellow when the rain is long, but the bamboo horse is facing the window. The youth had a shattered dream, and one day, the bamboo horse became old and yellow, and he was just a bamboo pole. Turned into an old man's crutch...
Only the moon in the sky, what remains unchanged is the round smile.
It seems to read a story of the green plum bamboo horse.
Missing and round...