The east wind on the paper has not gone, and the pen tip has risen again, and the moon is thousands of miles away. May you meet me for many years? Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of lovesickness, a kind of carefree sorrow, just wish your years are safe \ x0d \ x0d \ and miss you in a word. \x0d\ Qu Qian performed once for Jun 'an's Si Wen Lu. \x0d\ Put a thousand songs to express words. \x0d\ 100 pieces fall at the end of the moon. \x0d\\x0d\ I hope I can help you o (∩ _ ∩) o.