A poem of 100 words.

Xijiang month

Middle section of Huangsha Road at night

Xin Qiji

The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.

Seven or eight stars fell from the sky, before it rained at two or three o'clock, beside the old shop, on the way to the bridge.

general idea

The bright moonlight woke up the birds and magpies, and they left the branches and flew away. A breeze blew in the middle of the night, and cicadas kept barking. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, frogs seem to be telling a story of a good year. Soon, dark clouds covered the moon. There are only seven or eight stars twinkling on the horizon in the distance, and it actually began to rain in front of the mountain. Pedestrians panic: there used to be a thatched shop next to the trees in the earth temple, but now it's gone. He hurried across the stream from the small bridge and turned a corner, and the Maodian appeared in front of him.