last night, the moon was bright; Snow
bent silver moon this morning; A piece of snow
ancient moon fragrance; Dusk snow
The clear water is endless, and the moon is quiet; The sky is quiet and the autumn snow moves
(adapt the poem of windy343 again. . . . Hey hey, windy343, I'm sorry! )
Love is like ink plum reflecting snow; Love is like a clear wave of the moon.