The cold moonlight shines on the balcony, which seems to be late autumn. Only at night, the gate was half open, waiting for the guests. The ancients often used fence gates or Chai Fei. It's a farmhouse, or a secluded place in the mountains, or a small garden in the yard. "Traveling alone in the small garden", with fragrant flowers and fruits, ecological green and no smog, quiet and comfortable.
Lights appeared in the shade of the tree, knowing that the guests were coming with lanterns. Where you drink tea, there must be bamboo. Wang Wei's "leaning on bamboo alone", Su Shi's "no bamboo makes people vulgar", Banqiao is best at painting bamboo, and drinking tea should have artistic conception. And bamboo, of course.
It was quiet at night, and a few barks and flutes broke the boredom. This place has people and culture. The combination of dynamic and static makes the quiet night more lovely, the beauty of the small garden and the charming night.
Unconsciously, dawn appeared, and Xia Hong was stained. It was a cold late autumn, and dew hung on the moss. Exactly: tea is weak, affection is strong, old friends, speculation, sleepless night, a pleasant reception, an unforgettable poem was born!