The night fell lonely again, with a little sadness and a gentle flick of the lovely face, like a gentle and quiet woman gently groaning between the Pinghu and the moon. The light breeze singing companion is always unbearable to be a little intoxicated, a little because of the slight smoke of the wine, but even if you are exhausted, you can’t see Yirenfu’s face. I had to sing softly against the diamond:
The wind and clouds are calm and dark without a trace, the moon is difficult to separate, Yu Wuchen, falling flowers and tossing, unexpectedly losing consciousness.
Just a word to understand a piece of language, if intentional, in vain greed.
Send the dust of the strings, bury the flower grave, go to the butterfly city, the heart will flow, and the mountain edge will be broken everywhere.
Heaven-given middle mother into dream, hand in hand, and have a common future.
The song faded and the groan stopped. But how can not be settled, just as the moon is gradually dawning on the sky, only then do I remember that it is still the eighth day of the first year, and the mid-autumn festival is approaching.
At this time, the surface of the lake was slightly wavering, and the silver moon was like a pearl with cold light. At first glance, the woman on the surface of the lake seems to be dancing again, thin wings dancing lightly, embroidered lightly, for a while like the blue water butterfly like a flexible song and dance, making people want to come forward to see her posture, but they are deeply afraid that they will be disturbed by their own tackiness, so they have to look at their posture from afar.
The cold wind rose slightly, and the body couldn’t help but tremble, thinking of today’s autumn, the night of Chang’an gradually turned to the meaning of autumn, and I wanted to turn around and go back, but I couldn’t bear to miss the dance of people on this day. When the two intentions were difficult, a Lou Yan suddenly startled beside him, and just fluttered his wings twice, and then smashed heavily to the ground. So he trotted over, squatted down and held it, only to see that Lou Yan’s right wing had been broken, and there was a three-inch long hole suddenly cracked above his white abdomen, and the blood did not stop, and this Lou Yan was almost breathless.
I think this Lou Yan must have been left alone on the way to the south, and then it was cut off by branches and other branches, and its wings were folded. But it is still desperately migrating, only willing to return to its southern homeland until it ends up in the end.
In an instant, my heart couldn’t help but tremble wildly, maybe it was fear, maybe it was a bleak feeling, ‘my body smoke building rain’ think of floating alone to Chang’an, if that Lou Yan generally competes for warm spring, but still does not know the life, just to migrate vigorously, return to the homeland early.
Ding-ding-ding… Out of nowhere, the sound of green bamboo bells came out, slightly erasing my homely feelings. When I looked into the lake again, where there was still the shadow of the Yi people between the Pinghu and the moon, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad in my heart. Looking at the surface of Pinghu Lake, the water is still misty and sparkling, but it is a little less angry. Looking up at the bright moon, I can’t help but feel sad again, this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival night is less reunion, and there is less attached grandmother. I think that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon will be very bright and round, and under the moon, people will happily eat cakes and admire the moon, and I can stand on the roof and face my relatives in my hometown and distant places…
The night was quiet, turned around, did not want to just step on two steps, behind him singing again, so he stopped to look for prestige, but saw the woman standing between the Pinghu and the moon and stroked the fence. At this time, the mist dispersed slightly, and its face was faintly visible, Zhang Tailiu, Zhaoyang Yan. Brocade crown cover, Qitang banquet, magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely.
I can’t help but sigh, if Yiren is not a demon fox, who can compare? The phosphorescent light on the surface of the water flashed down his body, and he was shocked, so beautiful, and he was crazy for a while. After listening carefully, I realized that the song sung by the Yiren was “Water Dragon Chanting”:
Like a flower or not a flower, no one hesitates to follow the teaching. Abandoning the road, thinking is ruthless.
Damaged soft intestines, sleepy eyes, want to open and close. Dreams follow the wind, looking for a place to go, and they are also called by warblers.
黑夜又再次落寞下来，带着许许忧伤轻拂着可人儿的俏面，好似一个温柔恬静的女子在平湖台月之间抚琴轻吟。轻风歌伴总是叫人不忍有几分沉醉，些许是酒劲微熏的缘故，奈何气力怠尽也终看不到伊人芙面。只得轻依凭阑低声吟唱：
Don’t hate this flower flying away, hate the West Garden, and fall red. Xiaolai rained, where is the trace, a pool of pingping.
Three points of spring, two points of dust, and one point of flowing water. Looking closely, it is not Yang Hua who dots, but tears.
Just yet, the cold wind rose again, suddenly woke up, looking at where there are still figures, Pinghu Taiyue is still misty, at first glance, see a few butterflies dancing on the surface of Pinghu, can’t help laughing and laughing at themselves: “There was a dream of Nanke in ancient times, and now there is an emperor who is obsessed with himself.” At this point, the wine was gone, and he got up to find his old way.