In your own words, what is this poem about?

The new reed is green, and the dew condenses into frost. The person I love is looking for her on the other side of the water, facing the winding river. The journey is hard and long. Looking for her in the direction of the river's countercurrent seems to have reached the middle of the water.

The new reeds are flourishing and the white dew is not dry. The person I love is looking for her on the other side of the water, facing the winding river. The road is difficult and steep, looking for her along the counter-current direction of the river, as if walking into a sandbar in the water.

The reed is so bright, and the white dew is still there. The person you love, at the other end of the water, looks for her against the winding river. The road is difficult and tortuous, and looking for her along the counter-current direction of the river seems to have reached the beach in the water.