We talked and laughed for a while in the warm and comfortable soup spring, everyone touched the scene and recited the ancient poems about the moon, poetic and picturesque, wind and snow and moon, and we were all happy, our group of people gossiped, chattering, sprinkled, eyebrows flying and dancing, intoxicated in the rich literary atmosphere, deeply felt that life is not only reluctant, but also distant and poetry, in addition to the tedious bits and pieces of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, all kinds of real life, there is a detachment from the real life of the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops of leisure。 There is Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" - the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. "Jade Ladder Resentment" - Jade Ladder Raw White Dew, Long Night Invasion of Luo Socks. But under the crystal curtain, looking at the autumn moon. "Qiupu Song Its Thirteenth" - Lushui Jingsu Month, the Moon Understands the Heron Flying. Lang listened to Cai Lingnu, and returned with a night song. "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" - a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. "Guan Shanyue" - the bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned. The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was. High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle. "Ask the Wine to the Moon" -- When is the moon in the blue sky, I stop my glass today and ask, people can't climb the bright moon, but the moon walks with people? The light is like a flying mirror in Danque, and the green smoke is extinguished and the hair is clear? But when I see the night coming from the sea, I would rather know that there is no Xiangyun? The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, and Chang'e lives alone with whom? Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, and this month used to shine on the ancients. If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle. There is Meng Haoran's "Sujian Dejiang" moving the boat to Yanzhu, and the sunset is new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. There is Xue Tao's "Moon" - the spirit is as small as a hook, and it chases the Han machine group. The thin shadow will be round, and there will be a few places in the world. There is Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan", the moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night. The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. There is Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" - the drum breaks the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death. The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. There is Wang Wei's "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House", after the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay. There is Du Mu's "Accommodation" - the hotel has no good company, and the mood is quiet. The cold lamp thinks about the old things, and the broken goose is sad and sleepy. Far dreams return to the dawn, and the family letter arrives the next year. The Cangjiang River is a good smoke and moon, and the door is a fishing boat. There is Cao Ye's "The Old Man Sends Tea" outside the sword Jiuhuaying, and Yujing under the inscription. When the moon opens, there is a chaotic spring sound. Recruit monks in the middle of the night, and cook the moon alone. Bi Shenxia's feet are broken, and the fragrance is light. The six intestines are sleeping, and the poems are clear. I don't dare to spend more than a month, and I stay with my elbow book. There is Bai Juyi's "Song of the Twilight River" - a remnant sun spreads in the water, half the river is sorrowful and half the river is red. Pity the three nights of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. There is Li Shangyin's "Frost Moon", when I first heard that there were no cicadas for the geese, and the water of the hundred-foot building was connected to the sky. The green girl Su'e is resistant to cold, and she fights Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the month. There is Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" - the spring river tide is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where is the spring river without the moon? The river flows like a circle around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail. The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen. Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried. Where is the lovesick Mingyue Building, the poor upstairs wandering in the moon, should be taken away from the mirror table. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned. At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month. The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home. The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward. The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return to the moon? There is Du Mu's "Park Qinhuai" - smoke cage, cold water, moon cage sand, night park Qinhuai near the restaurant. The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river. There is Du Fu's "Manxing" - Jiang Yue is only a few feet away, and the wind lantern illuminates the night and desires three watches. The sand head heron is quiet, and the stern jumps and the fish chirps. There is Zhang Ji's "Fengqiao Night Park" - the moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng's fisherman is sad and sleepy. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. There is Li Zhi's "Farewell on a Bright Moon Night" - there is no language and no sound in the moon, and there is light in the bright moon and people are affectionate. After farewell, lovesickness is like the moon, and the water between the clouds reaches the layer city. There is Zhao Yan's "Jianglou Feeling" - alone in the Jianglou thinking quietly, the moonlight is like water and the sky is like water. Where are the people who come to play with the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year. There is Wang Jian's "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon" - white arboreal crows in the atrium, cold dew and silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in the autumn? There is Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi" - the crescent moon is like an eyebrow, and there is no sense of reunion. The red beans are unbearable, and their eyes are full of lovesick tears. Splitting peach pulp all day long, Ren'er is in my heart. Two wall flowers, sooner or later, become connected. There is Dai Shulun's "Laughing Order" - grass, grass, grass. The snow is clear in the south of the mountain, and the moon is bright for thousands of miles. Bright moon, bright moon, Hu Ji was sad. There is Feng Yansi's "Bodhisattva Man" - the plum blossom blows into whose flute, and the clouds are blue in the middle of the night. The pillow is not clear, and the people of Guanshan have not returned. The sound is followed by resentment, and the clouds are broken and the frost moon is clear. Under the shadow of the moon, the curtain is heavy, and the breeze is full of flowers. There is Li Yu's "Seeing Joy" - go up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, there is no general taste in the heart, etc., and so on Tang and Song poems, I feel that Chinese culture is broad and profound, and has a long history.

I casually glanced over in the mist and saw the silhouettes of those two slim ancient beauties, which were truly beautiful, graceful and fascinating. And the silhouettes of those ancient men are also strong and powerful, graceful, and idle, and they can't help but look at it with interest. I saw Hu Jiaojiao's looming figure in the water vapor is really beautiful, her long hair is like a black silky waterfall, so elegant and beautiful, people want to touch that hair, in the bright moonlight glowing charmingly, so soft and long, the part floating on the soup spring is even more imaginative, thinking of the long lingering aquatic plants in the sea, thinking of the beautiful mermaid princess, her fair and delicate skin in the reflection of the bright and charming moonlight glowing soft luster, like snow, like pear blossoms, skin like clotted fat, her pink cherry mouth sometimes opens, chattering endlessly, sometimes closed, like a shell lying quietly on the seashore, it looks so small and exquisite, pure and lovely. Her pink little face looked more ruddy in the dense water vapor, like a red glow with a seductive luster, as lovely as a red apple, as delicate as a pink strawberry, as delicate and beautiful as a flower, her small and upturned nose was so just right, her willow-like eyebrows were so delicate and moving, curling and tingting, otherworldly, out of the water hibiscus, gorgeous and unstoppable, her eyes were big, shiny, like stars in the sky, shining, revealing a smart light, her arms and calves were so slender, straight, like two slender white green onions, and her whole body was shining with a soft light, radiant look. Lively and cute, the small mouth has been chattering non-stop, the character is straightforward, innocent, simple and cute, no scheming, straightforward, freewheeling, free, which makes people extremely loved.

And that Zeng Lu girl has a different taste, and the lovely Hu Jiaojiao is completely different, she is like a beautiful sculpture, quietly soaking in the soup spring, really a quiet, soft, quiet, gentle and beautiful ancient woman. The quicksand is close to Zeng Lu, the love is overflowing, it seems to be very loved, I can see it at a glance, at a glance, so loving someone, just like a cold and cough, is a thing that cannot be covered up at all, so that people can see at once, at this moment the quicksand is looking at Miss Zeng with a look of pity, tender like water, with affection, and Miss Zeng's shy and flushed face looked at the quicksand embarrassedly, they whispered, their eyebrows flew and danced with laughter, they talked and laughed, they talked and said something in their ears, and smiled and smiled。 She looks a little shy and shy, restrained and calm, wrapping herself tightly, with clear eyebrows, thin eyebrows and fine eyes, low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, which is very pleasing to the eye and has a unique style of beauty. Quicksand chattered non-stop next to Zeng Lu, and his eyes did not deviate from her for a while, looking at her with affection, what a couple in love, affectionate, you and me, which made people envious.

I shifted my gaze again, and looked at the men who were traveling with me, and sure enough, they were all very handsome, each with their own different handsomeness, Brother Yixiu was the kind of rough, heroic handsome, his dark skin shone in the moonlight, his nose was like an eagle's hook, a bit like a foreigner's feeling, his facial features were very three-dimensional, the contours were very distinct, and his whole body was full of dark muscles, if he was lucky enough to return to modern society, he must be a very popular gym coach, he was also a little taciturn, unfathomable, thoughtful thinking about something, silent, looking at the distant mountains of Handai in the autumn night for a while, and looking at the moon above his head with interest for a while。

Garfield is also a delicate scholar, with clear eyebrows, tall and thin, looking very delicate, no wonder men and women dressed as women didn't recognize him before, it's so unexpected, I feel a little embarrassed when I think of me sharing a bed with him, but when I think of him standing up for us, I can't say how warm and grateful I am.

Wang Gongzi is a rich son at a glance, born in a noble family in the palace, with fine skin and tender meat, clean and clean, with a vigorous heroic spirit between his eyebrows, which makes him appear more white, extraordinary, well-proportioned, and high-spirited. By the way, I almost forgot about Xiaofei just now, because the most familiar people are always the ones who are most easily ignored, Xiaofei is also chattering with me non-stop, he doesn't look bad, if I never knew him, maybe I would think he was a beautiful man, but, he and I shared weal and woe in ancient times, childhood sweethearts, I feel that this feeling has become a thick deep into the bone marrow can not be dissolved family affection, strong family affection that cannot be dissolved, so because it is too familiar, but insensitive, indifferent, and even many times, he is obviously close at hand, inseparable from me, but ignores his existence, ignores it, close at hand, so sometimes the closest people will be very far away from them.

And the most heart-pounding to me, the most unforgettable, the most heart-moving is still to make me worry about Duan Gongzi, I don't know why I see him I am full of joy, as long as he is next to me I feel warm and steady, feel the warmth of the veins, feel full of hope, it is indeed too good-looking, too handsome, Yushu Linfeng, as long as he exists, I feel that there is the sun, there is spring, there is a breeze, there is a bright moon, let me feel extremely comfortable, his muscles are strong, white and delicate, the contours are beautiful, rigid and soft, Yushu is in the wind, graceful, his arms are so powerful, his hair is so good-looking, just right, With his handsome and unstoppable face, extraordinary bearing, and Wang Gongzi and their comparison, I feel that he is better, but turnip greens, each has his own love, Wang Gongzi is also one of the handsome guys, but I prefer Duan Gongzi, more gentle, more chesty, more intelligent and wise, more in line with my aesthetics. However, everyone's faces are the same smiling faces that show the hope of youth, looking so vibrant, vigorous, and full of hope and strength. Throughout the ages, the appearance of the young is exactly the same, brilliant as the rising sun, bright as the starlight. When the youth is strong, the country is strong, the world is for the youth, and the heroes have been born since ancient times.

After everyone finished brainstorming and reciting, the meaning is still unfinished, I don't know who remembered to splash water, we began to play and make trouble again, splashed water on each other, everyone was excited to chase in the water game, it was really a wise man happy water, benevolent person Leshan, you poured water on my face, I poured water on your head, especially fun, happy, jubilant, happy not to think about Shu, elated, joyful, eyebrows flying color dance, unsupportable, happy, so fun in the Yellow Mountain to soak in the spring of the spring.