The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The jianjia is desolate, and the white dew is still lingering. The so-called beauty is on the water. If you follow it when you trace the path, you will find your way forward when the road is blocked. If you follow it when you trace the path, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water. Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
Whenever I recite this poem from The Book of Songs, a picture appears in front of my eyes: By the river in late autumn, clumps of reeds are fluttering in the wind, and crystal dewdrops are shining on the white catkins, just like the blooming thoughts of the protagonist, a handsome young man, chaotic yet pure. In the distance, the figure of a beautiful woman floated by, and the young man hurriedly pursued her. He traced upstream along the river bank, but the river was blocked by the turbulent water, and he could only vaguely see her skirt floating in the wind from a distance; he followed the water downstream again, and still only vaguely caught a glimpse of her in the middle of the river, like a misty phantom, out of reach.
——Reprinted from Baidu