The Legitimate Daughter’s Tale

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Stars gather in the sky; the heat is lingering in the world! Fire is flying in the sky; petunias are seen in the starry sky! The wind rises and the heat subsides; the chirping of cicadas gradually subsides! It's hard to sleep long in the deep night; enjoy the clear autumn under the moon!

Looking at the endless scenery in the mortal world, `A little pure heart sings from the world, `The boat does not know how far the world is, `It is difficult for a thin pen to write about the heart of a wanderer.

A gentle breeze shakes the dream of rain; half a pond of lotus leaves intoxicates the soul of flowers; the water color produces smoke and the shadow of a solitary boat; the fragrance of lotus accompanies the evening clouds on a moonlit night.

I only hope that the coolness will disappear forever^ but I hope that the lightness will be dispersed throughout my life^ the spirit of writing can be divided into the heat of summer^ the ink color adds fragrance and intoxicates the moon face.

The dog days are not over yet; the heat of autumn is strong! The remaining heat has no way to go away; the autumn wind does not feel cool! The moon stars and the river is quiet; it rains on the night and the leaves on the mountains are red! In front of the screen, I think about the autumn mood; under my finger, it is full of clear light!

The water and the moon in the world are ordinary to see; the storms and clouds in the pen are waiting for them; who can understand the mind like the moon; the vertical pen is like flying ink flowers blooming.

In front of the screen, two people are silently lingering, `the keys are full of affection, `the world of mortals has dreams and poetic intoxication, `the years have left no trace and the heart is leisurely.

Wind music among the bamboos; dancing shadows of the moon in the heart of the river; drunkenness among the flowers; drunken music and drinking wine. Who said that the wind and moon are old; the elegance is the same in ancient and modern times; the pen and ink are galloping; the lingering love begins.

The book is written in the cold moon between the bamboos^ The orchid pavilion is drunk with the evening clouds^ Ten years of lingering old dreams in the rivers and lakes^ The world of online literature has been diligently cultivated.