The autumn rain is gentle and the moon is falling.
If you walk back to the mountain at night at this time, you may encounter a vixen!
The Taoist priest who traveled to learn Taoism chose this time.
His words back then, "He treated me very well," laid the root of a hundred years of trouble. Ten years of companionship, a hundred years of loneliness, I am here to accompany you, a lantern for the Lantern Festival every year, fanning yourself when it is hot and adding clothes when it is cold, your eyes are as soft as water when you look at me, and the smile at the corner of your mouth penetrates people's hearts, Taoist priest, you are actually really good to me.
The past events that also appear and disappear, we have never seen one sentence before, Qingjin, did I actually hurt you? Whenever I ask this question, your green eyes lose their luster, and your cold voice tells me never. Looking at the moon in the middle of the night, it's obviously a demon, but I fan myself when it's hot and put on clothes when it's cold. On the Lantern Festival, I light a human lantern and look at it in a daze. Qingjin, you are so indifferent that it makes me feel bad.
Qingjin, I'm waiting for you.
Farewell.
After a thousand years, who can shine with a pair of green eyes, smile jokingly but indifferently in front of his eyes, and say coldly: Daoist priest, do you like me?
Yes, what if I had said I liked you a hundred years ago?
Farewell to each other with weeping flowers, and the willow smoke in the spring breeze.
I wish there would be no trees in the Western Hills, so that I would not teach people to hang in tears.