first night poem
A full moon slowly climbed up the starry sky,
white and big and bright,
week after week, day after day,
Appears lonely but is Yonghuan,
To pour out the brilliance of clear water on the vast land,
Little stars are flowing in the night like fireflies,
The red corridors are ruby tiles, the palace walls are deep,
Can\'t hide the soft and charming voice in the wing,
On the edge of a lotus leaf pond outside the bridal chamber,
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