First Sight

Morning and twilight, a moonlight cage shadow.

The dark fragrance fills the sleeves, and the lead is washed away without makeup.

The cloud sideburns are oblique hairpins, the posture is natural, the ice muscles and jade bones, and the language is still ashamed.

The moon shines and the shadow moves, the piano sound is diffuse, leisurely and swinging, from the nine skies.

Quietly in the night, looking at the corridor, the Qianqian fluttering, falling into the dust.

The clear moon is a companion, with hook strings, gloomy and desolate, with fingertips.

It seems to be surrounded by falling flowers and flowing water, and it is like a bright moon whispering.

It seems that the wind is clear and the moon is clear, and the crane is empty, and it seems that there are thousands of sorrows between the eyebrows.

The water was shattered, the splashes fell, and the clouds were light and clear.

The graceful incense rolls thousands of times, crushing the petals like water.

The moon shadow branches are broken by the stars, and the land is full of silver and white things.

I don't know who is waiting for you to interpret the flower language?

- Blue rain in the city

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