The geese lead away the sorrow, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon.
The guests dispersed under the blue sky and the moon, and the clear mountain sky and clear water flow.
If I don't go to the east mountain for a long time, the roses will bloom several times.
The white clouds are still scattered, who will the bright moon fall on?
Incense lamps accompany residual dreams, and the Kingdom of Chu is at the end of the world.
The moon is setting and the sun is resting, and the apricot blossoms are all over the Tingshan Mountain.
The ancient poems about the moon often come to mind in the dead of night. .
The current world is stable and the years are quiet. In the long night, I look at the moon, smell the plum blossoms, drink tea, listen to the piano, and write a few sentences with my pen. . .