In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests went boating under the red cliff. A gentle breeze came slowly, and the water was calm. He drank wine with the guests, recited the poem about the bright moon, and sang a graceful chapter. A little while ago, the moon rose above the Dongshan Mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew stretched across the river, and the light of the water reached the sky. Even a single reed was like a blur, and the vast expanse was filled with confusion.