A simple ancient poem or sentence.

The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no.

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

The desert is lonely and smoky. Long rivers set the yen.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.