On a hazy night, the soft moonlight shines on the choppy Yangtze River next to Guazhou. The wide river surface is vast and rushing eastward, so surging and beautiful. On this beautiful night, everything in the distant Jingkou and the nearby river is so hazy and faint.

At this time, the poet Wang Anshi walks on a huge stone next to the Yangtze River, and the river is from time to time. Jingkou and Guazhou are separated by a turbulent and wide Yangtze River. Suddenly, Wang Anshi remembered his hometown. From a distance, his hometown-Zijinshan-was separated from him by several mountains. I don't know how painful and sad it is to miss my hometown alone in a foreign land. The poet Wang Wei once said: Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. I can only look at myself and raise my children from a distance. A kind of sadness arises spontaneously. Wang Anshi gradually recalls the attractive spring scenery of the Purple Mountain, which has been blown green by the spring breeze. The grass and trees are already full of spring scenery. The spring breeze blows the purple mountain with flowers and birds, and it is full of excitement. The pure blue sky, the fragrant white flowers, and the spring scenery are full of vitality. How beautiful it is to remember!

But now, only the bright moon has brought the poet's heart back to his hometown.