I want to draw a picture for you. Please accept it, beautiful woman. Hold an umbrella to catch the fallen flowers. Watch the west wind ride a thin horse. Who can cook a wisp of moss for me? Is that you? Who is stealing love stories? The story of the world of mortals is worrying. The night wind is cool, and the candle shadow warms your heart. I am singing, please accept the moonlight.
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Holding a lantern to see the prosperity of the strip, the old man with white beard copied it into the picture.
After the greeting, the moonlight was flawless, and suddenly a breeze blew and a pool of fallen flowers came out of the water.
In midsummer, two or three confidants are together, and the night market is noisy and I don't want to go home.
Starlight falls on the branches of old trees, and horseshoes fall in the sandstorm.
Hold an umbrella to catch the fallen flowers and watch the west wind ride a thin horse.
Who can see through Liu Xia for me? Is that you, girl?
Who lives on the mountain ahead, stroking a lute at dusk.
I want to draw a picture for you, beauty, please accept it.
Hold an umbrella to catch the fallen flowers and watch the west wind ride a thin horse.
Who can cook a wisp of moss for me? Is that you?
Who is stealing love stories? The story of the world of mortals is interesting.
The night wind is cool and the candle shadow warms people's hearts. I sing moonlight, please accept.
Holding a lantern to see the prosperity of the strip, the old man with white beard copied it into the picture.
A greeting echoes the moonlight.