Yong Yule
——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The bright moon is like frost, the good wind is like water, the clear scenery is infinite, fish are jumping in Qugang, and round lotus is pouring dew. Lonely and unseen. It is like three drums, a leaf is sonorous, and the dark dream clouds are broken. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel that I have been to the small garden all over the place.
Tired travelers from the end of the world, returning to the mountains , looking out of the mind of the hometown. The swallow tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallows in the empty locked tower. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed of sleep, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, the night view of the Yellow Tower makes Yu Hao sigh.