It was midwinter in the eighteenth year of Changhui.
White clothes are covered with snow, the garden is full of red plums, and the Sui moon can be seen outside Guan Mountain.
Add incense and look at calligraphy and painting while standing, walking shadows follow the moon on the green moss.
It was midwinter in the 20th year of Chang Hui's reign.
The sky was clear that day, adding to the desolation. The Sui moon was buried in Qingcheng Mountain.
Shanyue doesn't know what's going on in her heart, and the water and wind make her eyes dazzle.
Intention: Only this beautiful person