A sonnet praising half the moon.

A half-cut painting hall with a faint autumn wind. Dead branches pick the sunset. A pool of autumn water wrinkled the shadow. Half my heart crawled on my forehead. Half moon and half day light. Half porch window, half desolate. Half an acre of flower fields is half full of fragrance. Half-life love and half-vicissitudes. Peach blossom was born in spring, and white stone is now. Shake the branches of female radish and shake half the blue sky and bright moon. Emei Mountain is half moon and autumn, and the shadow people are flat on the Qiang River. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.