The fish sends brocade with gray eyebrows lightly frowning, the green maple sends lightly, and the lights are setting in the long pavilion. The water moon mirrors the sparse flowers on the street, and the purple and yellow colors of Wei and Yao dye it into the twilight.
The shadow of the candle is attached to the wrist and reads to the distant shore. The Du Ruowu Fang shines on the water and fills the eyes. The young man sitting in the seat is dressed in white, and his clothes are stained with ink and have traces of the dreamy road.