The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. -From the Song Dynasty: Interpretation of Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlit Night" in the vernacular: The bright moon rises to the treetops in the horizon to surprise the birds.
The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are faint clouds in the sky, twinkling stars are shining, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. Once upon a time, the familiar Maodian hut was still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. When the mountain road turned, the once unforgettable creek bridge appeared in front of his eyes. The heat at night is still the same as that in the afternoon. Open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.