But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, it's even more sad to raise a glass to drown our sorrows (Li Bai)
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia.
Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, 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, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who sees the moon first by the river, and when does the river shine on people at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The jade curtain won't roll up, but it can be returned on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan can't fly all the time, but ichthyosaurs dive. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people will return to the moon, which is full of rivers and trees.