I don't know who tonight belongs to.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
The blue buds at the foot of the mountain are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and it is raining at dusk.
May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.