Scattered light shines on the sky, just like a poet's landscape painting with a few strokes, not even the moon is willing to stain it. It's so pure and refined. Seems untainted by the vulgarity, ignorance and greed of the world.
The bright moon hanging in the sky exudes a faint light, like a mirror, reflecting the ugly things and loyal people in the world.
And on the sea under the moon, the soft sea breeze blew across the sea surface, rolling up small and surging waves. The blue water lapped at the shore, causing little waves to rise.