(1) When the wind suddenly picks up, it wrinkles a pool of spring water. Why does the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed. It's a pity that the sweet fragrance is falling at dusk, and you don't need a matchmaker to marry the east wind. (3) A man in a boat and a coir raincoat fishing alone in the cold river. (4) The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. The rivers, maples, and fishing fires are pitiful to Chou Mian. On the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay.
Looking through the colorful mirror of the mountains in Vietnam