The moon is cold over thousands of mountains, and the cold river is green. Who is the shadow going to? The ice cliffs are thousands of feet long, and snow lotuses are falling, like a shower of stars. Who are you listening to? The wind blows loudly, the fingers are covered with moss, and the new tunes are played sparsely.
The human figures are fat and thin, the jade toads are round and missing, and the snow in Kunlun is thousands of years old. Pour the Beidou diagonally, drink the Milky Way carefully, and share the moonlight with me. However, a night of spring breeze makes my heart feel like a mulberry night, and it is the time for flowers to bloom again.