Evening clouds scatter brocade in the twilight sky,
Streams of water flow gold in the waning sun;
My long, thin shadow floats on the ground,
Like a lonely ghost at the bottom of an ancient tree in the mountains.
The distant mountains cried purple,
mourning the end of the day,
but the fallen leaves fluttered to welcome
the corner of the night,
that piece of wind.
The ancient fragrance from the mound
charmed the bats in the branches of the old trees,
and their tangled whispers
echoed low in the evening smoke.
The ghostly night has returned secretly from the end of the sky,
and I am still wandering alone;
In this silent heart, I am
fading away from sorrow, fading away from joy. Don't I have enough highlights in this one? The outstanding sentences are all over the place, you don't know what you're talking about.