The moon is shining brightly, the green grass is green, and the purple road is silent on Mengjin Road. If you listen carefully, you can see the distant mountains in the painting, the sound of a stringed harp, who still remembers it, the fireflies are flowing like snow, and the stars and streams are looking forward to the autumn waves. But it was a dream that came to an end, the music and songs were all gone, and the Luo quilt was heavy with the dew at dawn - where is the Buddhist song. Where is the beauty now? Yan Ru smiled.
The grass is luxuriant, the ripples are shallow, and there are dots of glowing clouds. I want to stop talking, but I am worried about waiting for the book to be written, and every detail is full of beauty. The memories are long,