Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.