When I read "The Next Moon Wheel" by Yu Xing Shanshan and picked up "New Poems in front of the Temple" by Lu Hua, what images came to my mind?

Scattered laurel petals, like jade beads scattered from the end of the month, went to the main hall and picked them up, and found dew spots on the petals that had just condensed. The sweet-scented osmanthus falling on the mountain is pure as jade, ethereal and meaningful, and more crystal clear in the moonlight. It was moist when I picked it up, so I think Chang 'e scattered it on the earth.