Prompt

The silvery river flows quietly In the realm of the evening green spring. The sun is setting behind the wooded mountains, A golden horn floats out of the moon. The West is covered with a pink ribbon, The ploughman returned to the hut from the fields, And beyond the road in the birch thicket A nightingale sang a love song. He listens affectionately to deep songs Dawn is coming from the west with a pink ribbon. He looks tenderly at the distant stars And the earth smiles at the sky.