Half a Piece of Paper, a Glimpse of the Wind and Moon, a Glimpse of Autumn

Sparse ink cannot describe the majesty of mountains and rivers, nor can autumn silk cover the beauty of the world. In the old days, the moonlight shone on me several times; this night, the sound of autumn only gave you half a piece of paper. I am waiting for the clouds to be used as a pen, and for the moon to be used as a poem. Let me share with you the beauty of the mortal world, knowing that the wind and moon will last forever.