Baptist empty vessel full moon, green, night air rushed the net incognito. Qiang drifting shadows of the Poetry, dreams like the rain the sound of swaying oars. Bitan stars cold water, geese sorrow Polygonum wind. That according to the ancient shore fish lamp, hanging bridge, the drops of the Indus.
Moonlight, loaded with pure light of the moon floating in the water vessel, as if immersed in the void. Calm and clarity of the river, the distribution of cold pressing autumn. My poetic inspiration in the rise and fall of the sails of ups and downs, dreams like the rain trance sound of oars in the turbulent and uncertain. Bitan water reflects the stars in silence, along with the geese Polygonum grass moaning wind. Stopping place since ancient times to dock fishing lights shining points, Parasol leaf dew drops falling down on the broken bridge. The poem describes bleak cold moonlit night, deep tone, the body was in troubled times and the poet, and I feel depressed about.