Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Look at the bright moon by the window,
Leaning against the railing, enjoying the plum breeze.
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night!
Personally, I prefer ancient characters. You can refer to them ~ ~