May your heart be like mine

Outside the fox's hole, at the top of the tree,

The night is cool, the autumn is strong,

Drink up the contents of the cup and turn into tears of lovesickness.

The moonlight tonight is extremely beautiful, at this moment, can you look up?

Forgot, there is no moonlit night in Tiangong.

The Buddha bell swayed lightly, knocking on the door of my heart,

Soft thoughts stir up ripples;

Thinking about it, I lifted the half-curtain;

Every inch of your heart, who should you tell?

The strands of lingering, send the sun far away.

A little obsession, deep-seated longing, no regrets,

Watching for three lives, watching the moon in solitude,

I only wish that the king's heart resembles my heart, and I will never let go of love.

blame?Resentment of fate is thin and cold, lovesickness in vain,

hatred?Hate the fate of unfeeling water flow.

Lord, your heart is like a stone, and you can't see pity when you swing your sword and cut off your tail;

A concubine, loves like a pussy grass, goes to the sky and enters the earth to accompany her.

The stars are moving, the vastness is vast;

The waves of the four seas roar wildly;

The wilderness is unpredictable;

Within the Three Realms, only you are the only one;

The world is so close, I am the only one who will protect you.

Donghua, Jiu'er misses you.

In the Taichen Palace, the purple-clothed deity held his forehead with his right hand and a scripture scroll with his left in the silence.A slight bell rang, and he looked up to the outside of the hall.

A fiery red fox, wagging its nine tails, stood majestically at the door, looking at him with vigor, surprise flashed in the eyes of the god, and after a while, he waved.

The fox took proud steps and walked to the side of the god, lying on the lap of the god.

Zunshen changed his sitting position, freed his right hand, and gently stroked the fox's fur one after another.

Sleepiness struck, the fox fell asleep on the lap of the god.The god threw the scriptures and put his forehead in one hand and then fell asleep.

The faint scent of white sandalwood floats from the hall, and the silent Taichen Palace is like a painter's pen.