[Pray] the stars in the sky turn, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cool pillows and tears. Explain Luo Yi and ask what the night is. The green lotus canopy is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are scarce. Old weather old clothes. Only feelings are not the same

[Pray] the stars in the sky turn, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cool pillows and tears. Explain Luo Yi and ask what the night is. The green lotus canopy is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are scarce. Old weather old clothes. Only when the feelings are not as good as the old home.

⭕ The moon is lonely in the wide water, and the wind on the shore of the smoke and willows is piled up. When the autumn clouds came, there was a return to Hong, but it was Guihong who turned his head to change the long winter. It's late in spring, and I'm drunk and smiling in summer. If you want to rely on the waning moon to complain, you have no choice but to leave the quiet moon at night.

[Heart] the lonely moon hangs in the pavilion, only to hear the wind and rain. The swallow flies to reminisce about the past, and makes a harmony with you that year. The beauty gathered the green silk and chuckled at the sandalwood spit. Looking back and smiling, the east wind is broken, and I only blow on the twenty-four bridges.

[Prayer] short song is sad and twilight, and the slanting light reflects Chu Xia. There are few saffrons on the six bridges, but the flowers are withered and fragrant. A string is like a cry, and the candle shadow shakes the window screen. If you want to empty the bottle of wine, you will drink bitter wine like sorrow and hate the world.