Nine heavens, a total of one group, where to go, all the people in the world hope for peace.
E dances, a line between them, reunion day, thousands of lights reflect the jade plate.
The Mid-Autumn Festival moon reunion, reflecting the jade plate, Shu Guang sleeves, the world and the sky are full of Chanjuan.
The jade plate delicacies and wine celebrate the reunion, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and she can't understand the hatred of the world.
Relax your sleeves and dance in the sky, a dream in the sky and on earth, the reunion day of the Moon Palace, and the jade plate hangs on the rainbow bridge.
The flowers are full of stars, shining at night, and they should regret stealing the elixir and sprinkle it to the world.
The jasper plate floats on the water, the flowers are dancing and dancing, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and she can't understand the hatred of the world.
Dancing and dancing, the reunion day of the cowherd in heaven and earth, hanging colorful clouds.
There is a good night in the sky on earth, dancing sleeves floating, where is the jade plate tonight, and the day of reunion is happy.
Clusters of butterflies are flying, jade plates and pearls are reflected in the cuiwei, Chang'e should repent of stealing elixir, there are several times in the world.
Hang the jade plate, Qinghui shines thousands of miles to reunite, steals the elixir, and does not understand the hatred of the world.
In the month, Chang'e is happy in the sky, thousands of homes are warm, and thousands of jade plates are extraordinarily delicate.
Gong Chanjuan, how many things will be cloudy and sunny tonight, and ask Qingtian.
The bright moon shines sleepless tonight, thousands of miles of Chanjuan share this day, I want to ask where Chang'e is going, and the world is full again.
If you want to solve your heart's thoughts, you should follow the people in your dreams tonight.
Joys and sorrows in the world, it is difficult to round the fate of right and wrong in the world, Chanjuan looks at each other thousands of miles away, and sleeps together tonight.
Thousands of miles of Chanjuan and the bright moon shine sleeplessly, when will I be a beautiful woman with the pillow.
It's the moon bend, where is Qianli Chan Chang'e going, when will it be round.
The dream of the Weaver Girl is difficult to come true, and she wants to send the acacia for nine days, Chanjuan is thousands of miles away, and tonight it is a Queqiao Fairy.
If you want to spend the Yumen Pass, the dream has not come true, who is with Chanjuan through the ages, and the bright moon shines sleepless tonight.
The upper reaches of the sky, causing people to worry, cloudy and sunny and lack of acacia to send the moon hook.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is round, Chang'e wants to look at each other for thousands of miles, and sleep together tomorrow and tonight.
Ride the wind to heaven, love and hatred are round, where is the bow and arrow tonight.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is sleepless tonight, and the heavens and the earth want to drink tears.
In the mortal world, Chanjuan is leading, where is the cowherd going, the moon is full.
There are no good sentences in a thousand lines, there are good articles, Chanjuan Ruo understands that she sleeps together tonight.
A round of bright moon is full of Chanjuan, never sleeping, cloudy and changeable, and I want to send poetry to my thoughts.
Mo Dao is colder tonight, Chanjuan is thousands of miles together, and Chang'e wants to solve the circle between Qinghui and the two places.
According to Chanjuan, the sky never sleeps, changeable, and I miss sending poems.
It's the moon full of tonight, Qinghui is thousands of miles together, Chang'e wants to ask about the world, and the two places are round.
I want to ride the wind and turn into a full moon, stretch my bow and arrows, and sleep together tonight.
According to the high-rise building, a little sorrowful, there is no place to send the three-foot plain note, and there is a reason for the Quartet.
The breeze can solve a thousand grievances, and the bright moon can silence the book and have nowhere to send it, but the ruler will be reported to China.
Sent to the distance, the sound and smile have been blurred, and the bright moon and breeze have not fallen into a dream.
The heart knows itself, and wants to be the ruler of the bright moon and thousands of mountains, thousands of miles.
Zhaoying is lonely, a pot of noodle wine, and wants to send the ruler Suyin book to the distance.
In the picture, the smile of the bright moon is still vague, and the tears have withered.
The ruler conveys affection for a hundred years, and the bright moon shines in the sky, falling asleep.
Life is rare to be a bosom friend, the ruler frequently comforts my heart, the bright moon is a thousand miles in total, and the breeze is two sleeves for a hundred years.
The bright moon sends acacia, the breeze blows through the flowers and branches, the ruler Sutuo Hongyan, how Nai Yin Shu no one knows.
Singing lonely, dancing and swaying, it is still there today, and it is difficult to write a few tears.
It must be sent by geese, and it must be passed on to the fish, when the air is shining, the sleeves are breezy and sleeping.
The sound of nature rings around the ears, appealing to the heartfelt feelings, when the air shines, the breeze on the sleeves accompanies me.
A round of bright moon and breeze is not stained with dust, the ruler is difficult to write the bottom of his heart, and the voice and smile look like a dream person.
Send me to the clouds, the bright moon shines on the ancient and modern, where to find the sound, only to send the ruler to the heart.
A letter from a thousand lines, the love between the two places, I don't know the meaning of the wanderer, and the breeze sent me to the border city.
Where do you hear the sound of nature, if you want to send the ruler to the clouds, the bright moon should know me tonight, and the breeze will be sent to you.
The Chinese dream, the breeze is far away to send the ruler Sutuo Hongyan, and the book is ten thousand heavy.
Last night, the breeze sent the sound of rain, shining on the window lattice, the sound and smile were still vague, and it was difficult to dream.
The book is passed on, the voice and smile linger in the dream, a bright moon shines in the sky, and the breeze accompanies me.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art