It can be seen from this sentence that the morning light is reflected on the Guihe River, and the net curtain in the sky is mottled and purplish.
Good morning.
Ye Saining?
Golden stars sink into dreams,
The calm river bend trembled gently,
The morning light shines on the returning river,
The net curtain in the sky is mottled and purplish.
The little white birch smiled sleepily.
A braid of silk thread.
The tender green flowers rustle,
The silver light from the dew flickered.
Nettles grow by the fence,
Covered with dazzling jewels,
Shake, naughty whispered hello:
"Good morning, you!"