Translate the vernacular version of this ancient poem, it will be adopted, thank you.

Moonlight enveloped the steps like water, and the knocker shook rhythmically on the just closed door. In the moonlight, the shadows fall on the high eaves, the hooks hang empty and the curtains are lowered. The smoke curled up and the red light flashed as if laughing. This is a photo of a man and a woman admiring each other. The hidden screen is accompanied by Qiu Meng.