"Poetry Classics • National Winds • Shao Feng • Sun and Moon"
The sun dwells in the moon, and the light shines on the earth. Is it like a man who has passed away in an ancient place? Hu can have a certainty? I'd rather not take care of me. The sun dwells in the moon, and the soil is bubbly. It is like a man who dies, and the death is not good. Hu can have a certainty? I'd rather report it than me. The sun lives in the moon, from the East. It is like a man who is dirty, and the voice of virtue is unscrupulous. Hu can have a certainty? Forget it too. The sun dwells in the moon, and the East comes out of itself. Father and mother, animals I do not pawn. Hu can have a certainty? I don't report it.
At first glance, writing about the sun and the moon, thinking that it is either the vastness of the universe or the sigh of the sun and moon, the clouds, the sun and the moon, right? The result is a poem of grievances. But if you taste it, it does taste good. The sun and the moon are constant, and I can't stop your nagging. Knowing that there is no effect or not willing. Women are more often angry with themselves, and others have nothing to do. So I remembered a promise I followed, angry is to make the other party cry or unhappy, if the last person to cry is yourself, it is still better not to be angry
