The pillow near the window, the cold seeps the bones. The distant river flies and swells with the wind. It is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is like a full moon. Looking at the moon and thinking, a layer of word harmony. The rest of the intention is true, dare to say to the moon and clouds: "The breeze and the bright moon are all my will." The autumn wind, mountains and rivers are all my words. ”
And contemplate the beauty of contemplation. Warm and orderly, showing off alone. The breeze peeked through the window and brushed my cheeks. Blowing through the branches and leaves, shaking the sunset. The aroma hits people, and the grass and trees are spring. The scene at that time is still in the present. The feeling of clarity is really the human heart.
The list of high-quality authors rethinks the rhyme of broad viewing. The breath of mountains and rivers is connected to me. The green mountains and green waters are like a picture scroll. The clear spring is like a thread. The stream is endless, vast and continuous. The beauty of the scenery cannot be spoken. But at the desk, the book and the sword are handed over.
When I think about it, there are mountains and rivers, and there is a moon and a wind. Wander in it and be dizzy. There are no lonely birds, and the fish are full of swimming. Winter and summer are undiminished, day and night. More than a thin accumulation, tranquil and spoiled. Reflected in the heart, the truth can be followed.
The moon is in the middle of the night, and the shadow of the sky. Looking back through the ages, it is uncertain. Watching the vastness is indescribable. Stay away from the strife and be quiet. Smell the wind and think about it, and understand people's feelings. The breeze and the moon are beautiful.
Between contemplation, the heart understands. The breeze and the moon can make people happy. There are festivals in the cold and warm, and it is appropriate to enjoy the weather together. I sat calmly and got drunk with the wind. The breeze and the moon are really me. Alternating between cold and summer, I still cherish myself. The shadow is sparse and oblique, and the secret is whispered. Gentlemen love the moon, why do you feel the same way?
And this tune will be described as fragrant. Outline is often two beauties, and the capital of pleasure. The breeze and the moon are endlessly interesting. Those who act are honest and do what they say. The bright moon knows itself, and the breeze is pure. This scene will always be a chapter.