Poetry in memory of teenagers

This is a poem written by Liu Guo, a poet in the Song Dynasty, in Tang Duoling Lu Ye Man Zhou Ting. The whole poem is: there is not a cloud in the whole blue sky on the west side of the river this night. I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine. The bright moon shone on my Lu, and we suddenly heard a sound of water and a guitar crossed the water. My heart suddenly went crazy because of this gentle tone. I sat up and forgot the past. What can I do if you laugh? I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. Invite Dongfeng to embrace the bright moon, but spring won't allow it, so I immediately urged it. This poem expresses the poet's nostalgia for the past and longing for the future, as well as his pursuit of beautiful things and love for life.