The spring tide is surging, the spring breeze is warm and harmonious, the bright moon is hanging high on the spring night, and the riverside is full of poetry and painting, coming to us again and again; The sea in spring is rough and the spring scenery is pleasant. The white sandbars are sparkling and foggy from afar, especially in the moonlight.
I stood by the river, facing the wind, looking up at the moon sky, looking down at the tide, and could not help but sigh: in which year and month was there a bright moon hanging high on this river? When did the moon by the river begin to shine on me? I just deeply feel that the world has changed in time and space, but the moon and rivers are eternal, and only I am so small.
This reminds me of the lonely young woman who is making clothes and the wanderer in the distance. When will they and the people they are waiting for come back? Mysterious, I also set foot on the road home!
I have tried my best, for your reference, I have a rest!