The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Night berth near Fengqiao
Ji Zhang
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps by fishing (2).
Hanshan Temple (3) outside Gusu City, and the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship (4).
Zhu Liguan Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.