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? .
Du Fu's poems express the feelings of parting by looking at the moon, not the feelings of parting between lovers in the general sense. Between the lines, it shows the characteristics of the times. The pain of leaving chaos and inner worries are in one furnace, and I am disappointed with the moon, but my hope is pinned on the future that I don't know when.