The bright moon was there at that time, and it illuminated the colorful clouds when they returned home: Mingyue, colorful clouds, please name the two maids!
The independent bridge is full of wind and sleeves are full, and the people of Pinglin Crescent Moon return: I like the name Crescent Moon very much, maybe because I like Muslim funerals.
Sauvignon Blanc, I like the name Chang'an in Chang'an.
The sun is full of lust, and the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright and the moon is full of sorrow and sleeplessness. Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze. Containing smoke, Yan Ran, not bad!
Hide the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time? Silver Screen, Cardamom, are also good names.
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason. One string and one column reflect the Chinese New Year. The Jinse has seven strings, which is not bad!
The long ravine flows and the moon passes silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, playing the flute until dawn and the moonlight, with sparse shadows, is not bad!
The crescent moon passes through the needle festival, and the sound of dripping in the flower shades is heard. In the cool night, where I lean, the river is flowing. The crescent moon is waxing and waning, leaning against the clouds.
We meet temporarily under the moonlight before the flowers. Bitter hatred prevents calmness. What's more, when you wake up from drinking, your dreams are broken, and the flowers fade and the moon becomes hazy. The flowers are endless and the moon is endless. Two minds. At this time, I wish to do it, and the thousands of willow threads will trip up the spring breeze. Calm, hazy moon.
Where does the cold wind come from to smell the fragrance? Suddenly they meet the silk clothes and silk clothes. Awakening from drunkenness and frightened dreams, the flute is desolate and heart-breaking in spring, and the pale moon is dim. Cold fragrance, startling dreams, cold flute, colorful clothes, pale moon, like wind, like clothes. . .
The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like a gossamer thread. Flying catkins are like clouds, like swimming clouds.
The dusk clouds cover the Phoenix stage, and the plum blossoms are shocked by the dusk snow. Muyun, Muyun, Jingmei, Huixue.
Xunmeng holds a long pole and wanders back to the place where the grass is greener and greener.
Don’t listen to the sound of rain falling through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A raincoat and a misty rain can last a lifetime. The weather is steep, the spring cold blows away the wine, and it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are illuminated slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine. Don't listen to the rain, why sing and howl, walk slowly, let your life be cold, spring is cold, sunny and rainy, no wind, the bamboo is light, slanting light, one by one, like smoke, whispering, facing the wind, watching the desolation.
The calyx contains snow for the first time, so it is difficult to mark the painting alone. There is a unique charm in the fragrance, and it is extremely clear and does not know the cold. Hengdi and Chouting, oblique skills depend on the disease. The headwind is like a solution, and it is easy not to destroy. The calyx at the beginning contains snow, and it is fragrant and charming. It is clear and cold, and sounds like the wind when listening to the flute.
The mountain is high and the moonrise is small. The moon is so small, so bright! I have something to think about far away. I haven't seen you for a day, and my heart feels quiet. Gathering bitterness, gathering bitterness, go to the south of the mountain. It's so shameless to be worried. Early dawn, bright and clear, picking lotuses, south branches, heart relaxed, alliance. . .
The bamboos are green and the mountains are cold, and the sun is late and the mountains and rivers are twilight. There is no one in the secluded path, and there is no one to be alone. This hatred is countless. I only listen to the plum blossom language, and I am lazy to follow the hairspring. Looking for spring but not the fragrance, the fragrance is nowhere to be found. Xiuzhu, cold green, cold fragrance, no seclusion, no search, late meaning, whisper, hairspring.
Male protagonist: Mo Tingyu, He Yinxiao, Liu Xianyun. . .
Heroes: Mo Liuyun, Mo Lingyun, Xie Mingluan, Ruan Xiange, Mu Lian. . .