The golden breeze blows through the wild rice plants, and the drizzle moistens thousands of plants.
The smoke in the distance adds to the beauty, and the autumn light enters the painting with a clear and distinct charm.
The forest shadows are mottled and the moon is like frost, and the warmth in my heart is long-lasting.
Yaohua reflects endless dreams and thoughts, relying on the breeze alone to think of the distance.
Su Di's green willows moisten the golden autumn, and the forest foothills are secluded and admire the soft moon.
The gentle sound of Yao Se gradually fades away, and the poem's meaning lingers far away.
Purpose: Break stereotypes