A poem about the moon being covered by clouds on August 15th.

Landlord, this is not a metrical poem. The position of the word "shame" in "Heng E should be ashamed for all to see" should be vague, and "shame" should be flat.

The requirements of orthodox poetry are very strict.

"Who can untie the railing in the middle of the night, when will the bright moon flow?" Or "you ask who is the most beautiful tonight, and the clouds and the moon are like sand."