On the occasion of the winter solstice in the Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns accompanied me.
The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished.
First sight - amazing: The falling flower man flies independently with the swifts.
Goodbye - remembrance: At that time, the bright moon was shining on the colorful clouds and returned.
First sight: Falling in love: Dancing low in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the full moon in the shadow of the peach blossom fan.
Goodbye - melancholy: Tonight there are only a few silver sparkles left to shine, as if we were afraid that we would meet in a dream.