Mid-Autumn Moon Song Sushi
The twilight clouds are all overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year?
Winter:
Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird,
a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak,
an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.