Huahua things:
Under the moon, the moonlight dimly shrouds the night, the wind whispers and sings among the forest leaves, and the gorgeous birds sigh for the beautiful scenery on the trees, on the water, at night. The pavilion blurred in the mist, rain and moonlight is like the beauty in the painting.
In the pavilion is a figure that has almost disappeared in the mist.
The woman looked up. The fog was heavy and the moon was hazy, so it was not suitable for watching the moon.