"Full Moon: To Poets"
重书已隔红尘绝，皓首致虚堂。
Outside the thatched house, the green peak is cloudy, and the plum shadow is fragrant.
The bamboo forest bundles the rain, the clouds and streams carve the moon, and the poems and wine are in the intestines.
No resignation, nine-rate lyricist, first-class article.
(I borrowed the name of a few poets, don't blame!)
The moon is full
The moon is full
The moon is full