Huang Zunxian, Rise at Night, needs to be translated in full.

After a night of wind and rain, the pounding of hooves on the eaves finally stopped temporarily. I look forward to a better situation, and the world is at peace. The news that Russia invaded northeast China made me lose my mind again. How long will this gloomy weather last? How many bright stars are there in the sky? I stand alone in a narrow room, like standing in a boundless cloud. Everyone is asleep, and there are still a few people awake in the world.