As soon as the moon grinds the mirror, it grabs the chess pieces.
It's hard to get a guest in the cold season, and the old man pays for poetry.
I feel very sad and speechless, knowing that the breeze freezes the plum.
Among them, the phrase "the bright moon grinds the mirror, and the stars rob the residual chess" is a metaphor and antithesis. This vividly depicts the bright moon and scattered stars in the night sky, which is very vivid.