Poetry in the Yellow Sand Road of Xijiang Moonwalk, about 1 words.

The bright moonlight woke up the birds and magpies that were perched, and they left the branches and flew away. In the middle of the night when the breeze blows, cicadas keep barking. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there is a frog sound, as if telling the story of a good year. Soon, dark clouds covered the moon. There are only seven or eight stars twinkling in the distant horizon, and some rain actually falls in front of the mountain. Pedestrians panicked: there used to be a thatched shop next to the trees in the earth temple to shelter from the rain, but now it's gone. He hurried across the stream from the small bridge and turned a corner, and Maodian appeared in front of him.