Walking with the Moon in Dongxi Wang Wei
The moon rises from the Broken Mountain Pass to the far end of the firewood gate. Thousands of trees are separated by the sky, and the night is gathering in the flowing clouds.
The light is white and the air is cold with wind and dew. The valley is quiet, the springs sound in autumn, and the rocks are deep and green with mist.
The clear lamp enters the deep dream, and the broken shadow embraces the empty mountains. In the trance of the piano window, Songxi Xiao is thinking hard.