Example:
Spring precipitation winds into the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises into the air with the tide. The moonlight shines thousands of miles on the water. Where is the riverside because the moonlight is not bright? The lingering water quietly flows through the colorful leaves. The moonlight in the forest is as moving as the streamer in the wind, and the beach attached to the river is difficult to distinguish because of this clean brilliance.
The river is connected with the sky, and the lonely moon in the deep blue night sky is colder. Who is the first to see the moon rising by the river, and who is the first to get the brilliance shed by the river? Life has never been cut off from generation to generation, and Jiangyue is only similar year after year. I don't know who the bright white moon shines on. I can only see the rushing Yangtze River water in an instant.
Farewell wanderers will drift away slowly like white clouds on that day, and who can bear the sadness of parting on the green maple? On such a moonlit night, how many wanderers are wandering in the river in that lonely boat; How many women who miss their husbands are independent of the Mingyue Tower, looking at the figure that is nowhere to be found!
The moonlight wandering upstairs illuminates the dresser far away from people and feels lonely. I reached out to push it away, but it still stayed on the curtain. Even if the curtains are rolled up, Yin Hui in this room can't be driven away. Looking at each other from a distance, I can't see each other. I want to hear the sadness of your voice in my heart. I hope it won't turn into a breeze, and chase your figure with this beautiful moonlight.
No matter how far the swan goose flies, it can't pass the holy moonlight. How can I give you my letter? I can only hope that the ichthyosaurs playing in the water will quietly ripple on the water. Last night, I dreamed that there were flowers falling by a quiet pond, but it's a pity that spring has passed halfway and you haven't come back yet. This spring day seems to flow out with the river, and the moonlight in Hechi will also fall.
I watched the hazy moonlight gradually disappear in the floating sea fog, and that distant feeling reminded me of the pain that the ends of the earth could not meet you. I wonder how many people will come back in this quiet moonlight tonight. Let my acacia be covered with ancient trees by the river with the waning moon, waiting for your return together. ...