The autumn breeze is cool, the night is not young, and Chang'e should regret Wu Gang's wine.
Chang'e leaned on the building alone, Wu Gang held out the bright moon and sprinkled clear light, and the heavens and the earth looked up together.
Wu Gang's moon shadow is slanted, whose dancing sleeves fall, and the world is full of flowers in the sky.
Guijiu Wu Gang danced under the moon, and Chanjuan held a total of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon is full, the festival is full of sages, and he should repent of stealing the elixir and sleeping drunk.
The festive moon is bright, and I want to ask Chang'e to go to heaven.
Chang'e dances under the moon, side by side, Chanjuan has the same dream, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is reunited.
Wu Gang took out the osmanthus wine, and wanted to toast with Chang'e, and wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival to return to the king.
According to Kyushu, a total of Mid-Autumn Festival, stealing elixir, Wu Gang cut Gui Chou.
The Mid-Autumn Festival moon is like a hook, thousands of miles of Chanjuan shine on Kyushu, lonely Chang'e Shu wide sleeves, Wu Gang took out osmanthus oil.
Chang'e runs to the moon and the clouds, wants to dream, and has a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Osmanthus mash, try to be high, stay until the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chanjuan thousands of miles together.
A round of bright moon shines on Chanjuan, and where is Chang'e going in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wu Gang has come to the world.
Osmanthus is fragrant, thousands of miles of Chanjuan are raised together, and Chang'e should regret that there is Wu Gang in the world.
Guanghan Palace, Jade Rabbit Wu Gang Chanjuan Eternal Dream, when is the same.
It is extraordinarily round, thousands of households are Chanjuan, and Chang'e should regret that Wu Gang slept alone.
When will I rest, I want to have the same dream with Wu Gang Chanjuan and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Qianli Chanjuan thinks of her relatives during the festival, and she should regret stealing the elixir and cutting down the Gui people.
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival night again, Chanjuan is thousands of miles away, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, not as fragrant as Wu Ganggui's wine.
Shu sleeves dance neon clothes, Jade Rabbit Wu Gang holds cinnamon incense, Chanjuan has the same dream, and the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is clear.
The fragrance of osmanthus flowers, dancing neon clothes, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chanjuan thousands of miles together.
At this time, Juan Gong was the most lovesick, stealing elixir, and incomprehensible Wu Gang cutting Guizhi.
The lonely Chang'e dance is cold, the osmanthus flower bed, the bright moon, and the Mid-Autumn equinox is round.
Guizi fragrant jade rabbit dances, Mid-Autumn Festival reunion day, thousands of miles of Chanjuan together.
Thousands of trees on the face, stay until next year, full of green branches, acacia has nowhere to send, Dongjun doesn't understand my infatuation.
Who solves the loneliness of Hongchen, drunk three watches, and the good flowers must be remembered, don't wait for the spring breeze to miss this life.
Looking at the two lines of tears, who can solve this situation, if there is a reunion day next year, the spring breeze will be taught in Yujing.
The willow color is new, the spring breeze does not dissociate from people's minds, and the flowers go to the distant village.
The spring breeze blows the willow silk low, the grass is green, Mo Dao acacia has nowhere to send, and a glass of turbid wine solves the king's mystery.
Returning to the field does not mourn, and if it is a reunion day next year, the spring breeze will come together.
Tears flowed, who solved the red dust for a while, the flowers fell, and the spring breeze did not pass the jade gate.
Today and next year, what will happen to the end of the world, leave people's expectations, and send each other to fly into thousands of homes.
Runhuahong, stay until next year, Acacia has nowhere to send, and the solution is exquisite.
Who solves the red dust for a while, lingers with foam, spends a full moon night next year, and then spends a hundred rivers with the spring breeze.
There is no distance or near, Qingshan will know where to go, don't complain to the spring breeze.
When the flowers fall next year, the spring breeze has no intention of making people crazy, and Dongjun does not understand the bitterness of parting, urging the willow branches.
When the spring breeze falls overnight and next year, Mo Dao's acacia small characters solve people's idiots.
Everything is wrong, and it is not the day of the flowers to bloom, send me back.
The flowing water is chasing each other, I don't understand whether there is hatred in the world, next year the grass is green, and the spring breeze is full of rivers and lakes again.
This day is coming again, sending good news, who understands the meaning of the wanderer at the end of the world, and invites the hearts of the deceased under the moon.
can't be called, a hundred flowers bloom, and they invite each other to drink red dust and loneliness.
I don't understand the affairs of the world, and the grass is green next year, and the spring breeze is full of the imperial capital again.
Don't get tired of it, who asks the sky, and next year will be Liu Ruyan.
Next year, the spring breeze will be soft tonight, who will drink Chang'e in a high-rise building.
The mountains are full of green, the grass is green, and the peach blossom rain is appreciated.
I don't understand the tourists, all things Su, and wait until next year to fill the imperial capital again.
Hug each other and smile at a hundred beautiful students, a few affectionate, next year's flower day, and you join hands to spend the spring breeze.
Next year is a sunny day, the spring breeze in February blows the willow smoke, who solves Dongjun drunk before the apricot blossoms.
The flowers are full of branches, and when they fall red, people complain about each other, and the cuckoo solves my foolishness.
met on the Internet for a while, and continued this relationship in the next life, being a true gentleman in the bitterness, and often thinking of a beautiful boy in his dreams.
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