Looking at the Jade Toad Palace, the laurels are shining brightly and the jade leaves are exquisitely crafted.
Wu Gang's knife and ax were thin when he cut down the osmanthus, and the marks were covered with heavy marks. After a while, there were no gaps in the branches, and the work was hard and white. Here every year, I miss you and miss you in vain.
The Jade Rabbit pounded the medicine with a pestle again, and it turned out to be an elixir. How many times it was used? The elixir bottles were heavy and useless. Year after year we have accumulated hardships, but we have empty feelings of compassion.
Chang'e, dressed in white and wearing her hair, looks at the world, she is a hundred years old, and she does not want to give up the dream of the mortal world in the past. Wandering around, where can I leave my thoughts?