Spring Snow on Covered Bridge

The stars and moon, the mountains and the sea, all disturbed me in my dreams. Look at the maple leaves floating all over the sky in the past, and look at the dawn that is about to come. I looked up at the stars and the moon in the pavilion, and I was also locked in the haze of the stars and the moon. I fly fished the rivers and seas in great splendor, and gently waved the waves at that time. One day, the clouds are clearing and the sky is clear. I want to take you to see the flowers on the mountain bank and the colorful clouds. At that time, the sunset shines on you and me, and we look slightly drunk. Is it a flash of Qingbo's glitz, or is it because I'm so drunk? I was fishing late in the frosty lake, and you were wandering in the hall of the high pavilion. It was the wanderer who found the distance, or I lived to remember. Please lift the fog of light chaos, and you and I will hold the ink pen of all people together. Looking up at the bright moon in the mountains, I listen to the foreign lands all over the world. Find the lost autumn and pick the most beautiful red maple. Maybe I'm fighting the wind and drinking together on the other side, maybe the lake is shining with clear clouds, maybe you're hiding in the clouds on the horizon, and I'm still looking at the rainy season in the world.