In the land of the fallen moon, who is looking at the starry sky above? Who is looking for eternal joy?
"Shiwanshan·Wanxiang Ning":
"Everything is peaceful and the moon is slightly cool.
Drunk and leaning on the string wood, tilting the stars.
Where does the silver osmanthus fall into the frost? When will the smoke and clouds give rise to the sky?
The fireflies have been shining like magpie bridge immortals for thousands of years, the bright moon has always illuminated the goddess palace, and the world of mortals has no intention of following the river eastward.
One day, breaking through the clouds.
The long night is broken, and all souls are in peace.
The fire of Yinniu sacrifice destroyed his intestines, and he could not bear to say goodbye to Zimulberry.
Even if you enjoy this scene alone, I will go to the underworld with the blue sky falling, and the ice heart will swell with blood in the world. "
King Sun sang a poem of complaint, the masters painted a picture of the country, and all the spirits in the world composed a magnificent poem.
