In the dark night, under the dark night, under the mulberry book, I was lonely and leaning on the door frame. Looking up, I looked up at the bright moon, and the clear and transparent moonlight sprinkled on my young and sad face. For some reason, clear tears overflowed from the corners of my eyes. I sighed in a low voice like a woman, so sad and euphemistic.

Thinking of the past, in the city, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing mountains and rivers. However, the times were not good, and he was left in the lonely backyard of this quiet mountain village. The wind blows gently, and the branches of tall mulberry trees fall, which is a musical-like movement, but it makes people feel more indescribable loneliness and beauty.

I have nothing to play in here alone, and there is no one to accompany me, only to read, and occasionally, when poetry is flourishing, I will take up the pen and write one article after another that I think is beautiful.

On such a night, looking at the bright moon in the southeast sky, I was reminded of the beauty of my hometown. Beauty is not beautiful, the water in the township, the relatives are not close, the people in the township. In this life, I am a family who studies hard all night, and I am a writer who has worked hard all night, I am a scholar, a scholar all my life. There is a golden house in the book, Yan Ruyu. I seem to be a book-to-book, walking between books and books. In life, as long as you are diligent, you will have a lot of immeasurable wealth and property.

I don't envy the city, I want to stay in this village for a long time, even if it is 1,300 years, the flowers have bloomed, after withering, no one will watch it, you have to endure loneliness, even if it is very lonely and lonely, however, there are countless memories for yourself to revel in?

The color of this pale moonlight is like the color of the white translucent wedding dress, under the moonlight, my skin is as white as a fairy, whose bride am I? Is it your own bride? Or, your bride? No one pays attention to me, and I've been narcissistic for twelve winters, summers, springs and autumns......

In the long night, my red makeup is self-replenishing, and my hair is combed in the red dust. The moonflowers are like snow, sprinkled all over my body, and it is a charming world of flowers and sorrows. In this life and this life, you are so lonely and vain, alas......

Autumn has passed, this season, it's really a little cold, cold and lonely, my shoulders, in this life, I don't give anyone, my body is my own, it will always be, it's my own. At this moment, standing in the moonlight, I feel boundless intoxicated and a little tired. I am here, planning my life, how to spend it, when I am old, I will die in the mountain temple ditch, and I will fall in the wet dense forest forbidden land where my life blooms......

The old system should not be changed, and studies should not be wasted. I was destitute, and I studied hard in order to drive away the boundless cruelty of loneliness and loneliness. My body, still as before, exudes a charming fragrance, only the fragrance is the same.

Under the moon, listen to people's laughter. I don't know what the people in the mountain village are laughing at, but I can feel that they are just as content, full of joy and encouragement as I am. They have never expelled me, this is already the success and happiness of my life as a foreigner, although I am under the fence, but I am like a gentleman's light swallow, not annoying.

Under the moon, let my own body fall by the red door frame and sink into sleep......