Yao Se complained about Wen Tingyun
The dream of the ice and silver bed cannot be realized, and the blue sky is like water and the night clouds are light.
The sound of geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon on the twelfth floor is self-evident.
On that quiet night, the ice was like jade, and the silver bed was like frost, as if it was a coolness given to us by nature. However, even in such an environment, I couldn't sleep. The dream seemed to pass me by, leaving me with silence and confusion. I looked up at the sky, and under the rippling blue sky, the night clouds drifted softly, as soft as a light veil. In this moment of silence, I can seem to hear the sound of time, which passes quietly, taking away the hustle and bustle of the day. Suddenly, the sound of geese pierced the silence of the night. They flew in the vast sky, gradually faded away, and disappeared behind the horizon of Xiaoxiang. The sound of the geese seems to be a natural movement, melodious and far-reaching. It made me feel an inexplicable melancholy, as if something was leaving me, but it couldn't be touched. I looked up again at the night sky where the moon hung high. The moonlight poured down like water and sprinkled it on the twelfth floor. The moonlight was so bright that it seemed to illuminate every corner of my heart. On nights like these, I feel like I'm one with nature, and I feel like I'm a part of the world. However, the wild goose was ruthless and cried away, leaving one me alone to enjoy the bright moon. 