Poems in the small courtyard of Qingfeng Mingyue

It's cold, the moon is high, and the bright moonlight shines softly. A breeze blew, vaguely cool. A person, lying quietly on a bamboo chair in the yard, his thoughts flew involuntarily. On a moonlit night, in the cool courtyard, the breeze blows on my face. How cool and elegant. Maybe people's lifelong pursuit is just that. Not too much care, not too much sadness, only this faint breeze and bright moon. A lounge chair and a thin blanket are enough.