The moonlight is as cold as frost, the wind is bleak, the water is cold, and the old friend has gone; I am wearing a light red robe, smiling crazily, raising my bottle to the moon in the sky; I am wasting my time, my temples are slightly weathered, the road is vast, and I can only see the vicissitudes of the sea and fields.
Remember? That moonlit night? You are also like this for me......
——Murong Xi