The deep, melodious and euphemistic sound of the cucurbit is so intoxicating: on a bright moonlit night, the Ruili River flows quietly, the river is sparkling in the silver moonlight, and the moonlight is like water, quietly pouring on an anchovy, and the mottled bamboo shadows sway with the wind. The breeze gently blows the phoenix bamboo, which looks like a layer of green fog flying from a distance. A-mei, a beautiful woman in the bamboo building, gazed out of the window with deep affection. The sound of cucurbits admired by spoony brothers outside the bamboo building is even more lingering in the quiet night, telling their love.
This moonlight, this gourd silk, this love and this euphemistic melody are so soft, sincere and desirable. Phoenix bamboo in the moonlight is full of poetry and painting, and the love songs of Dai children always touch our hearts. ...