Walking Alone and Singing Under the Moon

Walking along a solitary street in the first month of the lunar month, the road is busy but the people are quiet. I had known that there would be mixed rain in the west wind, but my body was frozen and my clothes were exposed, leaving the green and fragrant mountains empty. Who climbs a tall building alone? Enjoying the strong wind, eyes dazzled with tears. There are fierce tigers heading north, which only eat up the warm-hearted and youthful youth; the cold has not yet come, so it is better to return home early. If you have the intention to stay here, don't have the intention to linger. Lately, you will often cross the cold water and the moon will fall, and the brilliant red color will fall into the mud. When you come, it will be like an old vine that has died. I want to see through the poor and kind body, but I can't draw enough on the scattered paper and pen. If you can't take it, the moon is as quiet as the deep water, and you feel sad and hateful. If you can't abandon it, the wind is as cold as the clothes, and the emptiness is with you. When you think deeply, you suddenly forget. When you forget for a long time, you suddenly think about it. Then gradually, you just talk about it. Swallow hot tears, eyes filled with no trace. Suddenly he wakes up, and when he raises the corner of his mouth, he becomes ridiculous, and his eyebrows fall asleep for several nights. But have a normal mind, no matter ordinary things, laugh about good or bad, friends will accompany you. The sound has subsided, and if there is no wind, it will disappear; if you need to have fun, it will be useless to sell the red railings.