Qingheji

The wheat autumn is clear and the moon is clear, the drizzle washes the sky, the catkins are blown by the wind, and the pomegranates shine brightly. The green color is a thousand peaks deep, and the sound of orioles is heard in thousands of bushes. At this time, the meaning of heaven and earth is warm and moist in it. People sit alone in the empty hall, mundane things disappear, a new cup of tea and green tea awaits the fragrant breeze under the window. The sound of chess frightens the daytime dream, the chirping of birds disturbs the pines, and the heart follows the clouds and shadows, unlike the common world. Right and wrong are all paid with water, gains and losses turn around in vain, ancient tunes play the bright moon, and the deep feelings are sent to the distant future. Late at night, the dew is white, and the pear blossoms are bright with snow. Only the pure and harmonious air remains in the sky and the earth.