When I saw the paragraph about the Weaver Girl spinning and weaving, I suddenly thought of Lao Bai's "Liao Ling": it should be like a forty-five-foot waterfall in front of the bright moon on Tiantai Mountain. There are wonderful articles in it, and the ground is covered with white fireworks and snow. Weaved with the colors of autumn geese outside the clouds, dyed with the colors of spring water in the south of the Yangtze River.
Me me me. . I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand. . . > <
When I saw the paragraph about the Weaver Girl spinning and weaving, I suddenly thought of Lao Bai's "Liao Ling": it should be like a forty-five-foot waterfall in front of the bright moon on Tiantai Mountain. There are wonderful articles in it, and the ground is covered with white fireworks and snow. Weaved with the colors of autumn geese outside the clouds, dyed with the colors of spring water in the south of the Yangtze River.
Me me me. . I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand. . . > <