Cao qingqing

The grass is clear and the pebbles are clear.

The sky is blue and the feathers are blue, and the eaves are slightly beautiful.

The grass is sad and the silver window is long.

Singing on the railing makes the evening glow lonely.

The grass is sweet and the spring breeze is brilliant.

Children cherish words like gold and smile.

The grass is thin and the river bank is fluttering.

Starry night, hazy moon, who is missing on the other side?