Su Muzhe·The evening clouds are light
The evening clouds are light and the dusk is hazy. The moon is full of sand and dew, and the boats are separated by smoke. The willow waves are swaying sadly, and the cold stars are scattered, and the remaining dreams never wake up.
To the brocade screen, the lonely shadow is hard to describe, and I don’t believe that leisure and sorrow will last forever. The sound of the night rain was cold, but I was still speechless, remembering the scene from the past.
Spring Festival---Du Fu
The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are light.
The day is long, the male bird is alone, and the spring is far away.