Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are the same color without any trace of dust. There is a lone moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? At the beginning of the year, Jiang Yue shines on people.
Intention: scattered old things, written to old friends and the old times in my heart