Tongqian liang jian wen di
Looking at the bright moon in the green grass courtyard, the Jade Hall is opposite to the Jinpu.
The strings are stringed, the piano is played to the tune beads.
There is no doubt that the three legs are in shadow, and they call each other at night.
Shame words sleep alone under the pillow and tear, entrust the road to Shangwu.
The Original Poetry: