The east wind is soft and speechless, and the stars are lazy and silent. The world never sleeps, and the spring of the northland comes quietly. The night is so beautiful and the air is so warm. At the edge of a happy grove, my rose blooms leisurely. Bright and naughty petals, brilliant and intoxicating peony. Every inch of skin is as beautiful as moonlight, and every breath makes me ecstatic. Bees and butterflies haven't woken up, and migratory birds haven't come back.
Sigh at the dim moonlight and keep your dreams in your heart. With such a leisurely face, you will see the rose period of the moon. The story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is always so beautiful, and the lingering under the bodhi tree is always so touching.