Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang
On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake. Jade boundary is 30 thousand hectares, give me a boat. The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside. The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear.
Experience the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to go out and encourage you. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.