A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a hook.
Fifteen nights looking at the moon sent a message to Dr. Wang Jian of Du Langzhong.
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Mourn the earth
Drink the evening pavilion, with a new episode of generous elegy.
If you want to hang zhanghua, there is nowhere to ask. The ghost town is frosty and wet with hazelnuts.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.