Sleeping on the Moon

I married my childhood sweetheart. The good news is that we treat each other like guests. The bad news is that he also has Bai Yueguang. That year in front of the flowers and under the moon, Gong Wangshu looked at him and said seriously that he liked him. He nodded and admitted his love, which was his unabashed love for Shao Ai. However, just like quicksand passing in the palm of your hand, it will eventually be unavailable. "First, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years, and secondly, I wish that I will always be in good health." However, when we met again many years later, he was married and she was married. He is a father and she is a mother. "Let our grievances be like this piece of red maple. It will fall when it is due." It turns out that the only maple tree in the world is not in the imperial city, but grows on the border. After all, it is white moonlight. No matter how white it is, if it hangs in the sky forever, it will eventually be obliterated by the dullness of day and night. "The water is flowing and the wind is cold in the west. The people's clothes are like snow. The sad songs of the strong men are clear. The singing bird still knows how hateful it is. It never cries clear tears and cries blood. Who can share with me the drunken moon? " She found her sweetheart, and he also had someone to continue writing the story with. The bright moon remains unchanged forever, no matter who shares it, the bright moon will remain the same. Intention: Who can share with me, drunk on the bright moon?