I wrote an ancient poem, eight sentences and seven words, entitled "Moonlit Night".

I am the only person in the world who laughs at heaven.

Ada coast painting boat.

Sleep in front of the window and listen to the rain,

The mountain birds sang all the way to the green hills.

If your heart is broken, it's hard to write,

Half a lamp is cold and greedy.

How interesting it is to travel by candlelight at night,

A cup of drunken beauty between China and America.

I hope to use the original moonlit night, hee hee.