The shadow of mica screen candle is deep, the long river is gradually falling and the stars are sinking.
Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.
The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega.