There is a cloudy moon, but tonight is round. Leaning on the railing to overlook the sky, there is no starry sky. But when I heard the crickets wailing, the cold insects were still sleeping, and the lonely lamp hung on the side of the road.

Osmanthus does not want to be fragrant, and pomegranate has no intention of sweetness. Beaded curtains, leaning on the column, Si Hua Nian. How dare you fall asleep, wandering away from home.

The flowers no longer have the primary color, the swallows have never met, and the past is difficult to restore. Don't be sad about the past, and enjoy in front of the bottle!

"The Complete Works of Mo Shanghua Killing Poems" water tune song head. Mid-Autumn Festival night is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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