The sky is vast and the moon is bright. The red dust is so long that the shadows are in vain. I want to look for Qing'e in the sky and build a ladder to the sky to catch the bright moon. Thirty-six thousand people are unable to do it. I cry sadly and turn into cold water. The cold water is like a mirror and reflects the flowery moon. The flowers are thick and the moon is close. I am Tao Ran. The cold ice falling from the sky breaks my moon. The east wind breaks my flowers. I pour out all the cold water to catch the moon. The flowers in the mirror are like illusions and the meaning is far away