Word order
The moon is hidden in the ancient clouds, and I look up shyly.
A spring of vast ocean eventually flows to the East China Sea.
The wind howls and the rain pierces the air, and I wonder how rich his wings are.
I can't wait for the wind to stop and the rain to stop, so I won't let my personal feelings get to my head.
The sword is not old, the ambition is hard to realize.
Watch him write Spring and Autumn Period in his freehand.