A shepherd boy finished eating, the sun had set and the bright moon climbed up. The evening breeze is like a fluttering ribbon, and the dancers brush the face of Cong from time to time, giving people a refreshing feeling. With a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, and lay down without taking off the soaked hemp fiber, listening to the unknown insects singing beautiful songs in the grass, taking the moonlight as the account, cicadas as the lullaby and hemp fiber as the quilt. Looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, "The moon is so beautiful and the grass is so soft. I want to lie down. " The shepherd boy remembered Li Bai's "I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it a white jade plate." Thinking, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." The shepherd boy thought of beautiful poems and produced countless beautiful reverie, and a picture emerged in his mind.
How beautiful it is to listen to cheerful music again. Hey, why did you stop? Oh, I'm thinking about it The free shepherd yawned and fell asleep.