Guo Moruo wrote 200 words in Silent Night Thinking.

Crickets echoed in the quiet air, as if playing a sweet music for the faint moonlight. I walked alone in the pine forest outside the village, and through the hazy fog on a moonlit night, the stars playfully played with the clouds beside me. The clouds under the moonlit night are like white cotton clouds, holding the stars in their arms, leaving only a few troublemakers flashing in the bright night sky.

I am trying to find the Tianhe in the distance, the bridge full of fairy-tale love, but it is always hard to find! Ah, perhaps, after the white clouds, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are kissing me, privately talking about past thoughts and pouring out their love. The misty sea fog is getting thicker and thicker, blurring the distant sight. I seem to hear a faint cry, such as resentment, and I am afraid that a mermaid is complaining to the holy moonlight!