The moon is a sigh from a frustrated Kaozi - the moon is setting and the sky is full of frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy.
The moon is a sigh from a wanderer in a foreign land - Lu Cong Tonight White, the moon is the brightness of my hometown.
The moon is the little sadness of people who are separated from each other - people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is waxing and waning
The moon is the infinite lovesickness of a woman in the boudoir. --The lonely lamp is not clear and I am heartbroken, I roll up the curtains and look at the moon sky and sigh.
The moon is also a tragic song for the border warriors--The moon is bright during the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty is closed, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned