The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. ?
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.