"The Bright Moon Shines on the Red Dust" is the original work of Liu Shui Gurgling. It was first published to the public in the form of a novel, and later compiled into a Danmei radio drama, telling the confusing love story of several people

The Bright Moon The unknown cold, the solitary light, the shadows of the flowers, the loneliness, the memories of the time when I often danced with the spoon, the time when I looked back, I was embarrassed, the beauty of the spring was gone, and it was gloomy. I always remember the fallen leaves of Luoxia Nunnery. The broken leaves were scattered in a pond. It was the time when people were brilliant. My long gown was wet with water. I always remembered Luoxia Nunnery, dogwood leaves, etc. The road is broken, the fate is unbearable, the flowers are withering, spring is late, it is difficult to return in those years, it is difficult to return when I was young, it is difficult to know now, how can I be willing to die? Idiots hope for the end of the world, I laugh and talk about the rolling dust of the world, where is the moon moving, where is the shadow, where is the past, where is the wrong memory, where is the cold Looking at the hustle and bustle of the city, there are thousands of different places. Where can I find my memories? It’s the time when people are gone. It’s the time to find my old age. It’s too late. It’s the time to compare my heart to you. It’s the time to find the moon. The moon shines red. The world is dim. It’s the time to find the dust. People are gone. I’m looking for a smile under the moon. It’s obvious that my heart is high and sky-high. Climbing through all the prosperity and vicissitudes of life, I want to see through the word love - the bright moon is unknown and cold, solitary, the shadows of the flowers are pale, and I am alone with the nightmares, recalling the years when I often danced with the spoon, but it is embarrassing to look at the past, the beauty of the spring is gone, and the flowers are withered, the spring is late, the road in those years is difficult to return, and it is difficult to know when I was young. I am willing to always remember Luoxia Temple, the leaves of the dogwood tree are broken, the destiny is broken, the moon shines on the red world, and the world is still there