The moon is so crooked that it cannot be avoided
The cage sways swaying in the wind
Whose house has a high-hanging lantern and red makeup?
Detention Yiwang Yueyue Zhaoshutang.
The little child leaned forward to cut the wick
Shake off the candlelight and burnt half of it
There are two lines of ink on the paper
Then the signature...
He is the only one who carries a bookcase with his mouth full
These are all words that go against your will
There are mountains all around Haizi, and this lonely boat never looks back.
The wind blows away the tears and they fall to the ground into a vast ocean
That piece of paper cannot be carried, standing by the river, staring.
He caressed the bookboy's head and laughed, scolding the bamboo stool for being unstable, with three legs short and one long.
It's very much like the moon, which is always cloudy and sunny, waxing and waning.
I found the elixir and dreamed about it for twelve years
If Kuimen is closed, it will be difficult for him to return.
The piece of paper written by my own hand often comes to me in my dreams.
He dusted off the ashes
Suddenly he laughed and thought:
There is no moon lamp to add wine, no lamp moon to grind ink,
There is no wind to express feelings, there is no wind to turn back...
Concept: fairy tale