The Violin in the Distant Mountains

We look at each other through the crowd The voice of the times is too noisy I can't hear your confession As the saying goes The sea wheel reflects Guanghan, and the shadow enters Qiong Yao. Suddenly, I felt the swan geese rise and fly into the thick ink. Where there are few mountains and rivers, where can the boat sink and sail? The beacon fire is still raging, when will the moon be full? (I just started writing, so please forgive me if my writing is not very good) (He can enter with confidence!)