-Tang Du Fu
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
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There is a bright moon over Zhangzhou tonight. I'm here to see the moon. My wife must be alone in the boudoir: I hope Xianggong will come back soon! Young children still don't know how to miss their father in Chang 'an, and they can't understand how their mother feels when she is pregnant with the moon. The sweet mist soaked his wife's hair, and the clear moonlight reflected her snow-white arm. When can we lean against the curtains with her, look up at the bright moon and let it dry our tears?