On the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moon rose in the sky like a bright mirror; the divine music broke the silence of the night.

The fairy wheel divided equally autumn hue; accompanying clouds for miles and miles in view.

The hare of jade couldn't make the full moon brighter still; nor could the golden toad of its light eat the fill.

Could I go on a raft hand in hand with my peer? I should wait till ...