When I was a child, I heard that the wall stole light,
People who love to read have a cold window for ten years.
Dancing pen with ink or red sleeve to add fragrance,
The picture is also dreaming of many nights.
In March, the wind rises,
In the auspicious clouds, the warbler flying grass grows.
In the land of rivers the reeds dangling,
Willows fly to my hometown.
Where are you, O sweetheart?
The Moon of Hezhou is also obsessed.
Moon star rare bird magpie flying south,
Hongyan confidants are different.
A strand of green silk covered his chest,
Friendship should be cherished for a lifetime.
Couples in the dead of night,
See the small bridge flowing water sparkling.
The night is long and the moon shakes and hesitates,
The boat was saddened to leave.
The moon of Hezhou is sprinkled in the native land,
The moon-gazer is no longer the same night and night.
The miserable are grievances,
Alas, sighing is extraordinary.
Hezhou moonlight cold pear blossom rain cool,
Whose side is the sweetheart guarding?
The moon is still bright in the homeland,
Illuminated the tears of the deceased.
The dead vine and the old tree did not sleep,
The same illness and compassion have pulled up the routine.
Can't look back on the past?
The wanderer came back crying and calling for his mother.
Hometown Month, or Round Lack
Looking at the moon and nostalgia, infinite nostalgia
The moon is the hometown circle, and the person is the hometown relative