Qian Shan is cold in the moon and green in the cold river. Who is the only shadow?
On the ice cliff, snow lotus falls, and pieces are like stars and rain.
Who are you listening to? Fingers are covered with moss and seldom play new songs.
Fat and thin, the jade toad is round and short, and the Kunlun Mountain is snowy.
Tilt the big dipper, drink the Milky Way, and I am drunk with the bright moon.
What a spring breeze, the heart is like mulberry leaves, it is the time to bloom.
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(1) 【 thousands of feet Ice Cliff, Snow Lotus Falls 】 The eighth journey to the West: "thousands of feet Ice Cliff, five leaves open, ancient temple curtains hanging incense. At that time, I saw the origin and saw the Three Treasures of the Dragon King. "
(2) Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Nian Nujiao Crossing the Dongting": "Do your best to suck the Xijiang River and pour the Beidou carefully.
The meaning of words
The stacked peaks are cold by the bright moonlight, and the cold river is emerald blue. Where did that lonely figure go? Snow lotus falls like a meteor shower on the towering ice cliff. (Music in the distance) Who plays sad music? Is it because no one appreciates it? I haven't picked up that Xiao for a long time, only playing new music in this lonely night.
All kinds of people (around), the moon is round and short, and Kunlun Mountain has been covered with snow for thousands of years. Facing the shining Beidou and the vast galaxy, I raised my glass and drank it myself. I wanted to take advantage of the bright moon to get drunk, but the spring breeze in February blew (I suspect that the second night here should be February, otherwise it really doesn't make sense), and my thoughts were as delicate/growing/surging as mulberry leaves (all these meanings can be explained), and suddenly I found that it was the season of flowers again.
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The work "Seeking God" by a modern fantasy novel writer, Wild Fox under the tree, Volume 16, Chapter 1 of Yaochi Club, The stars were shining last night.
But listening to the flute is melodious, clear and happy. Just like the cool rain in summer night, it hits the tillers of lotus leaves sparsely, and the notes roll on the green leaves like raindrops, sliding down the pond and swinging countless gentle ripples.
Listening to the flowing water of Na Di Quqingquan washing her ears, her heart became more calm, serene, gentle and sweet than ever before. O, O, Tuoba GUI played the coral flute and looked at her with a smile.
Gu Shexian's heart trembled inexplicably and her mouth was smiling. Open your hands, turn the true qi into Yu Di, bow your head and hang your eyebrows, and play with him.
The moonlight is gentle, the wind is cold, the snow peaks and lakes are bright, the flute is like a flowing cloud and a flying spring, it is elegant and spacious, the height is like fog, the moon shines alone, and the lower part is like fine water among the grass, and fireflies are flying. Coupled with the dangerous peaks and neon lights in Wan Ren, it is clear and pleasant, and the dust heart is cleansed.
After blowing a song, the two smiled at each other and felt closer to each other. A thousand words in my heart seem to be blown out with this flute.
Gu She whispered first, "Did you write this song by your son? It sounds tight, I don't know what it's called? "
Tuoba GUI blushed and said with a smile, "I just played it on a whim, and I don't know what it's called." Why not get one from the fairy sister? "
Gu She first smiled and said, "In that case, it's called Tian Ruiling Yun Ge." Tuoba Ye applauded, she chuckled, dizzy cheeks, thoughtfully for a moment, Wang refers to the light dance, the true spirit flying, writing a few lines of beautiful and elegant words in the snow.
Tuoba GUI looked closely and whispered, "When the mountains in front of him are cold, it's cold. Who does the only shadow go to? " On the ice cliff, snow lotus falls, and pieces are like stars and rain. Who are you listening to? Fingers are covered with moss and seldom play new songs. Fat and thin, the jade toad is round and short, and the Kunlun Mountain is snowy. Tilt the big dipper, drink the Milky Way, and I am drunk with the bright moon. But two nights of spring breeze, like mulberry leaves, is also a flowering season. "
Gu Shexian's cheeks are redder. Suddenly, she waved her sleeve to erase the lyrics and whispered, "Stop reading, son." Tuoba GUI mused repeatedly that "the spring breeze overnight is like mulberry leaves, and it is the season of flowers", and he seemed to realize something, and his heart was full of despair.