Moonlight.
Wen Xingyu. 
Moonlight. Drifting in the night.
Releases the brightest magnetic field.
With the wind in the Lingbo microstep.
The transparent soul becomes vast.
This kind of heavenly and earthly longing.
Follow the river. It flows in all directions.
Moonlight. Watch it go through the downcast and withered yellow.
From the joyful spring to the silence and disconnection.
And then to the gaze of August and a half.
Hidden cloudy and sunny.
Sandwiched between countless sorrows.
May people last a long time.
Life is not long.
Moonlight. Hidden deep in the mountains.
What year is the hesitation of this night?
Hurried panic.
The natural enemy of youth.
Whether you can keep your original intention.
There is also a different silence in life.
Life is no longer confused.
Moonlight. No more disappointing the toilers.
Sweat is streaming every day.
Just in a hurry to support his family.
Now. There are places everywhere where money is used.
Moonlight. It should not belong to the paradise of laborers.
Moonlight. Even if the seven stars are in the sky, it is incomparably brilliant.
Be grounded too.
Linked to education, health care and housing.
Let a smile no longer be parting.
With a sweet good mood.
All civilized in order.
Refuse crowding and pushing.
Oh moonshine. The garments of the earth.
Green barrier.
Shine on our faces.
That's everyone's fashion.