The wind is blowing in the willows, the moon is spring and autumn, and the pavilion is like a gentle water king.
Therefore, my thoughts still remain, I am saddened by the moonlight, and Kunpeng swims in the sky in the wind.
Cang Xian tide's sword and flute sound lingering, the cold water dripping and the wood dream flowing
The crane raises its head, looks at the moon and worries, the wind blows and the crane returns to Ziwu.
The gun is pointed north, the breeze is swaying, and the vast sea is waiting for dawn.
Gently pluck the wicker, the moon shines in the pavilion, and the dragon and phoenix embrace the moon with a cup of invitation.
The sound of the Qiang flute is desolate and depressing, and the dancing posture is slightly tuned.
There is a disturbance in the pavilion, the moon is like a knife, and the water under the moonlight pavilion is surging.
Intention: If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.