Du Fu, the author of Moonlit Night? the Tang Dynasty
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Interpretation of vernacular: Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone.
Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing?
Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? It is a certain moonlight, let the moonlight dry our tears silently.