Moonlight is lovely in the late autumn when the first frost comes.
Or dancing on the branches, or floating in the waves.
The moon is so bright that the shadows are drawn in the shallow light.
Shadows peep at the window, and sometimes a breeze blows slowly.
The wind follows the shadow, and light and shadow alternate.
The changes are amazing and wonderful.
The moon is so bright that it will eventually fade away and be boundless.
Just smell the lights, out of reach.
This kind of situation, drunk in my heart, embarrassed,
If this is just a drop in the bucket,
At a loss,
If the universe is submerged for a while,
When is the evening?