The fragrance winds around the winding shore, and the round shadow covers the huachi.
I am always afraid that the autumn wind will come early, and I don't know.
Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin (Meng Haoran)
The light is fading, and a bright moon rises slowly on the lake in the east.
It's cool at night, open my window and lie down calmly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.
I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? .
So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.