"Brother, you smell the wind. The fragrance of gardenias from the south of the Yangtze River is mixed with the petals of crabapples. The crispy winter plums at the border are blooming with apricot blossoms. The peach forest is dyed pink and white, and even the catkins are stained with fragrance."
"Brother Imperial, you go forward boldly, and I will block the thousands of troops behind you for you."
Intention: I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart