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.
Time flies in the air, but the white sand on the pavilion is invisible.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month.
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 is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building.
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 return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.