Unable to sleep at night, I stood up and played the harp. The thin curtain reflects the bright moon, and the breeze blows on my lap.
In the outfield of Guhong No., Flying birds sing in the northern forest.
What will happen if you wander around? Worry makes me sad.
If you find yourself in a dream, why not plunge into it.
Purpose: There is nothing profound about the work. You can read it to pass the time.