As a stranger who is alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream
4 the desert is lonely and straight,
Long rivers set the yen.
The brook sings on the winding rocks, and the sunshine is tempered by pines.
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and the gloomy summer trees turn into orioles.
The wind blows me, and the moon shines on me.
I advise you to drink more wine.
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.