Looking at the heavenly court, it seems to be affectionate, and the night hangs low and upside down with crystal light.
Rushing to the face, holding an electric fan bucket to turn the sky dark, pouring out the Milky Way to wash the dirt.
The wind and clouds are moving, the Milky Way falls for nine days, and the electric fan shakes gently to defeat the gods.
The Milky Way passes the stars on both sides of the Cowherd, and the wind fans blow to the dawn.
Words spring and autumn, the cool breeze does not feel worried, the stars change the world and the earth, and the moon is like a hook.
The spring breeze blows the wicker, the joy is free, and the stars move to the Milky Way to build the magpie bridge.
The moon sets and the stars sink and sleepless at night, the Queqiao Immortal, the electric fan watches the sky, and the cool breeze does not feel cold.
The Milky Way is a light boat for thousands of miles, the stars are moving a few degrees in autumn, and the wind and wind fans are looking at the morning glory.
The heat is steaming, the mood is refreshing, the sky is bright, and the Milky Way is bright in January.
The east wind entered the wine glass, gently shook the electric fan and smiled, the stars changed and changed, and it was suspected that the Milky Way was falling.
The stars move and turn to the Milky Way, and the electric fan shakes lightly.
Full of Tingfang, drunk elixir, the night is as cold as water, people can't sleep, leaning on the railing and tearing clothes.
Where is Wu Gang hiding in the month, the osmanthus tree does not untie the clothes thin, and the jade rabbit knows that the autumn night is cool.
The night is getting cooler, the breeze is blowing through the clothes, and Wu Gang is holding a lot of money under the osmanthus tree.
Pity pine chrysanthemum, cool into the chest osmanthus bloom just right, there is not much.
The moon is bright, Wu Gang is cutting Yuke, and the sky and the earth are ragged.
When the moon falls, the fragrance of osmanthus lightly dissolves the Chang'e dance, and the window falls into a dream.
The moonlight is hazy, the thin clothes are blowing, and the fragrance is Chang'e dancing.
Sweaty clothes are not in the middle of the night, a bright moon shines on the heart, and the autumn wind rises in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and it is suspected that Wu Gang is the Jade Emperor.
Xiangli recalled that at that time, he wanted to drink with Wu Gang, but the moon was cool and people were sleepless, and his clothes were still a little stupid.
The wine is full of flowers, dancing clothes, and the autumn breeze sends cool days.
The wind is getting cooler, the clothes are wet, the fragrance is still there, and I want to share it with Wu Gang.
The wet clothes are not in the middle of the night, the moon is cool, Chang'e dances, and wants to hold a meeting with Wu Gang.
Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wine is homely, the night is as cool as water, people can't sleep, and the bright moon and breeze are full of clothes.
Hold it to taste the flavors, the osmanthus is brewed with a thousand cups of wine, the sleeves are danced, and the jade rabbit pounds the medicine and the moon shines.
At the beginning of the rain, the summer is cool, the old clothes, the fragrance is singing, and I want to share it with Wu Gang.
The osmanthus on the ridge is dark and fragrant, the jade rabbit of Chang'e is accompanied by Wu Gang, the weather is cool and the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and the bright moon shines on the clothes.
Drunk Chongyang, the fragrance of osmanthus sends cool clothes, and the night is getting cooler.
One night, the west wind was cold through the bones, wet clothes, and the fragrance under the osmanthus tree was far away, and I wanted to share it with Wu Gang.
Dressed in plain clothes, the wind and rain are cold, the osmanthus flowers fall and no one asks, Wu Gang has a drink.
Extraordinarily fragrant, Chang'e Jade Rabbit accompanied by Wu Gang, Mid-Autumn Festival night, dew heavy wind and light wet clothes.
Wu Gang was drunk and happy to smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, dance clothes, and drink Qinghui alone and the night was cool.
Falling into a cool dream, the morning dew is still fragrant, and the fragrance is still there.
Who pities the old clothes in the cold water, the autumn wind is incomprehensible and the night is cool, the osmanthus flowers are still fragrant, and only Wu Gang is injured alone.
Ju Chu Huang, Du Wu Gang is deeper and cooler like water, and the moonlight is like snow full of clothes.
The cape is full of Chanjuan, live up to the fate of tonight, the bright moon has the heart to shine on me, and it is sprinkled in the world.
Tonight, a dream Chanjuan has a jade plate, full of clear light and bright moon.
The sky shines brightly, and the Qinghui enjoys the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and does not envy the immortals.
Sprinkled all over the court, the bright moon vaguely shines on her hometown, Chanjuan has the same dream, where to think about tonight.
Chanjuan has a total of one day, reunion, when will the Mid-Autumn Festival be bright, and thousands of wisps of light will be sprinkled in the world.
Invite the jade rabbit, a total of Chanjuan, Qinghui thousands of miles regardless of the year.
The bright moon hangs in the sky, thousands of miles of clear light Chanjuan thinks of her homeland, and she wakes up in tears tonight.
Hao Lu sprinkled with clear light, when the sky shines on me, who will lift the gold cup together.
Chanjuan is drunk for thousands of miles tonight, and the bright moon is flowing in front of her eyes.
On the night of the reunion, Chanjuan was at this time, Qinghui was infinitely good and infatuated.
The bright moon shines on the West Chamber, falling into a cool dream, thinking about Chanjuan who talks heartily.
Qinghui sprinkled all over the world, according to my home, Chanjuan has the same dream, drunk osmanthus tea tonight.
Thousands of miles of Chanjuan this day, tonight is a year ago, I don't know that the bright moon shines on me.
The fragrance of osmanthus flowers, a total of people, people want to get drunk, where is the bright moon.
A bright moon shines on the end of the world, thousands of miles of clear light fall on my home, the eternal Chanjuan with this night, where will not fly flowers tonight.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art