Moonlight is in front of you

Looking at you from the world, at that time, I was the red sleeve of the stream crepe, you are the green shirt with the book under the oil lamp.

--Inscription

A moonlight through the window screen, such as the hook and the moon hidden in the sky, blooming eternal brilliance.

I, retreat in the painting, watching you write, before the moonlight spilled, your face was pale and helpless.

Looking at the bright moonlight, I remembered the past life. At that time, I leaned against the green plum, and you strolled to see the peach blossoms. That night, the moonlight is beautiful, so soft. You taught me to write down the name in one stroke, and I will sew a green shirt for you.

The jade and the jade in the "Stone" have a relationship, but no share. And I, the little green dragonfly next to the bead fairy, remembered you - the jade button on the clothing of the gods waiter.

Then fall to the mortal, looking for you who are amnesia. Finally, I turned into a farmer woman and met you who took the exam in Beijing. You said: "I seem to have seen you there?" I only laughed, no words.

You call me to be a lady, I follow you to become a husband. Moonlight night, you make poetry, I sing and you read, I am dressed. Only 羡鸳鸯, not 羡仙.

The fate is the most impermanent. That night, you made a deputy landscape painting, a few strokes, and Qingshan was in front of you. The moon shines on it, like a warm touch, that painting is so special. Falling into the mortal world always wants to go back to heaven. When it is time, the gentle moonlight turns into a fierce heavenly soldier. I beg, looking at you who are fainting, I just want to stay by your side, even if you don’t be a god, even if you don’t You no longer recognize me.

Blowing people to go, the jade building is empty, even if the intestines are gone. The flowers flow from the drifting water, and the world is in heaven and earth.

When you wake up, the moonlight is cold, and there is no shadow next to you. You are sorrowful, hopeless, resentful, but you don't know, I am watching you at the side, you are both happy.

Since then, you have lived in the mountains, and I have turned into a blue bird in the dusty landscape painting. Watching you day and night.

Moonlight is cold, quiet, long...

Xuanhua Sixth Middle School: Dai Ying