(This poem is written by Lu Xun, "Untitled Wan Jia Mo Sleeps without Artemisia Lai": "Wan Jia Mo Sleeps without Artemisia Lai, and dares to sing and mourn. He has a broad mind and listens to thunder. " Listening to Thunder is a groundbreaking work. In the darkest days before dawn, poets often stay awake at night. He thought far and deep and felt the people.
My beautiful lady, I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait. I tossed and turned leisurely. -The Book of Songs.
The moon sets, birds sing and frost fills the sky, and Jiang Feng's fisherman sleeps. -Zhang Ji, a night berth near Fengqiao.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. -Li Bai in Sauvignon Blanc.
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.