The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to drive away fireflies.
At the end of the song, people dispersed, the wine woke up slightly, and the deep courtyard was silent.
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.