"Surfing Sands, Peeping Moon Stealing"
Lin Litang words
The wave knocked on the door and opened,
Blink wandering.
Suddenly, the song and dance went up to the gimbal.
Turn left and right how beautiful,
Angels fly in.
Staggered and generous,
Embrace.
Shock waves are surging into poetry.
The layers are as clear as looking at the face,
Peeping moon stealing.