Four Seas Cloud Moon

Isn’t it good to be alive?

You want me to live like you, under the control of others, to be someone else's pawn and a tool for murder? If I can't live for myself, then what's the point of living?

The King of Zhenbei is so different, is it really uncontrollable? Ji Yaomei looked at herself in the mirror and muttered to herself!

The news of Li Bufan's complete annihilation of his army reached the Moon God Kingdom. What a waste! Not a single person was left out of the 300,000-strong army. They should have been defeated, but they could have dragged on for two years, but in the end, not a single person was left!

No one could accept this. The Moon Goddess's princess couldn't stand it anymore. She first scolded the ministers. Then she shifted the blame onto the civil and military officials. Anyway, she was cleared of the charges! Who could believe it? Who could believe it?

Unfortunately, Lu Xiaotian has blocked all the retreat routes, no matter how many troops your Moon God Kingdom has, no matter how many troops your Moon God Kingdom sends.

But now you are useless.

When Lu Xiaotian returned to Xingdu, the queen was at a loss for what to do. It was time for the annual poetry meeting again, and the queen had prepared a few poems, hoping to embarrass Lu Xiaotian, the King of Zhenbei.

Lu Xiaotian stopped pretending and said, "It's a poetry gathering, so you guys should write poems first!"

I, China, have 5,000 years of cultural history, Tang poetry and Song lyrics. I am not afraid of you. Besides, if I want to participate, I will participate. If I don’t want to, it doesn’t matter. I am still a teenager!

Now that Emperor Zheng has passed away, in order to please the queen, the students are trying their best to perform, fearing that the queen will not see their poems.

"Your Majesty, this man is my son-in-law, Ouyang Huihe. I wouldn't say he's a learned man, but he's well-read and often competes in poetry with his retainers!" He then glanced at the young man behind him.

Your Majesty, I offer my humble tribute. A doggerel poem is a good start. Two years ago, I traveled in the north. It happened to snow there, so this poem is about the snow.

There is a cloud over the river and a black hole over the well.

The yellow dog is white and the white dog is swollen.

Everyone thought it was pretty good! It also expressed the snow very vividly!

Your Majesty, I also have a doggerel poem.

Sleepless late at night listening to the sound of raindrops knocking on the door of my heart.

My thoughts fly away with the rain, leaving only sorrow to weigh on my heart.

Well, that's not bad. We talked about snow before! Now we're talking about rain. Rain versus snow, not bad, not bad!

Your Majesty, your humble servant also has this,

The dawn is dark, the moon is half waning, and I am alone in front of the lonely gauze window.

The wind calls, the dew wets my shirt, and I shed thousands of tears of longing.

Good, not bad, not bad. Everyone recited one poem at a time and we recited for a long time!

Lu Xiaotian was drinking by himself, talking incoherently. The queen looked at him and said, "I've often heard that the King of Zhenbei is very talented. I wonder if he could recite ten poems on the spot as entertainment?"

Ten poems? Entertainment, a minister immediately stood up and said, the King of Zhenbei is a military commander, and his previous poems were also very good, but ten poems on the spot, isn’t it a bit embarrassing?

The ministers were also discussing this, and some civil officials who wanted to show off began to ridicule Lu Xiaotian! Lu Xiaotian didn't care!

There were many different opinions, and after arguing for a long time, the queen said, "I wonder what the King of Zhenbei means?"

Lu Xiaotian held up the wine glass and said, "You can write poetry, but after I finish writing, no one will write poetry anymore!"

Outrageous, so outrageous! Someone immediately expressed dissatisfaction!

Okay, how about I write ten poems today?

Hahaha, after Lu Xiaotian finished speaking, he walked to the center of the field and immediately recited a poem!

When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to the blue sky and ask. I wonder what year this evening is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind home, but I'm afraid of the jade buildings. It's too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, feeling nothing like being in the human world. It circles the vermilion pavilions, descends through the elegant windows, illuminating the sleepless. There should be no resentment, so why does it always appear full when we're apart? People experience joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, just as the moon waxes and wanes. This has always been difficult to achieve, but I wish we could live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we're thousands of miles apart.

Have you not seen that the waters of the Yellow River flow from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning? Have you not seen the white hair reflected in the mirror of the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to snow in the evening? When life is happy, one should enjoy it to the fullest, and not let the golden cup face the moon empty. I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, I will get it back. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, please drink, don't stop. I will sing a song for you, please listen carefully. Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I just want to be drunk forever and never wake up. Saints and wise men in ancient times were all lonely, only drinkers left their names. In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand dou of wine and enjoyed himself. Why does the host say he has little money? I must buy some to drink with you. I have a horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I will call my son to go out and exchange it for fine wine, so that we can drown our eternal sorrows together.

With a jug of wine in hand, I drink alone, without a companion. I raise my cup to the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three. The moon knows no drink, and my shadow merely follows me. For now, I'll accompany the moon and its shadow, enjoying spring while it lasts. I sing, the moon lingers; I dance, my shadow scattered. Sober, we enjoy each other, drunk, we part ways. Forever bound by our unwavering love, we'll meet again, far away in the Milky Way.

A golden cup of clear wine costs ten thousand coins, a jade plate of delicacies costs ten thousand coins. I put down my cup and chopsticks, unable to eat, and I draw my sword, looking around, my heart lost. I want to cross the Yellow River, but it's frozen; I want to climb the Taihang Mountains, but they're covered with snow. In my spare time, I fish in the emerald stream, and suddenly I dream of sailing by the sun. The road is difficult, the road is difficult, with so many forks in the road, where are we now? There will come a time when I will ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean!

The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises with the tide. The shimmering waves stretch for thousands of miles, and where is the spring river without a bright moon? The river meanders around the fragrant meadows, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like snow. Frost drifts in the sky, unnoticed, and the white sand on the shore is invisible. The river and sky are one color, without a speck of dust, and the bright moon is alone in the sky. Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the river moon first shine on people? Life continues from generation to generation, and the river moon looks the same year after year. I don't know for whom the river moon awaits, but I only see the Yangtze River carrying the flowing water. A white cloud drifts away, and sorrow over the green maple shore is overwhelming. Whose boat is this tonight? Where is the moonlit tower where I miss you? Pity the moon on the tower, lingering, should shine on the mirror of the departed. It cannot be swept away by the jade curtains, and it brushes against the laundry anvil. At this moment, we see each other but cannot hear each other, and I wish the moonlight could shine on you. Wild geese fly long distances, unnoticed, and fish and dragons dive and leap in the water, forming patterns. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the quiet pond, and it's a pity that you haven't returned home in the middle of spring. The river flows as spring approaches its end, the moon falls into the river pool and sets in the west. The setting moon sinks deep into the sea mist, the road from Jieshi to Xiaoxiang is endless. I wonder how many people will return home by moonlight, the falling moon shakes the emotions filled with the river trees.

Jiangnan is beautiful, its scenery familiar to me; at sunrise, the river flowers are redder than fire, and in spring, the river water is as green as blue. How can I not miss Jiangnan? When I think of Jiangnan, I miss Hangzhou most: searching for osmanthus flowers in the moonlit mountain temple, watching the tide from my pillow in the county pavilion. When will I visit again? When I think of Jiangnan, I miss the Wu Palace second only: a cup of Wu wine, a spring bamboo leaf, a pair of Wu girls dancing among the lotus flowers. Sooner or later, we'll meet again!

I gaze at my sword by lamplight, dreaming of the horn blowing in the camp. Eight hundred miles of roast meat distributed to my subordinates, fifty strings echo the sounds of the frontier, the battlefield is under review in autumn. The horse gallops like Lu, the bow is like thunderbolt, the string is shocked. I have accomplished the king's affairs, and won a good reputation in life and after death. What a pity!

Drunk, I glance at my sword by lamplight, dreaming of the horn blowing in the camp. Eight hundred miles of roast meat distributed to my subordinates, fifty strings echo the sounds of the frontier, the battlefield is under autumn review. The horse is as fast as Lu, the bow is like thunderbolt, the string is shocked. I have accomplished the king's affairs, and won a good reputation in life and after death. What a pity!

The return date is not yet due, but the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond.

He Dang altogether cuts the candles at the west window, but talks about the rain in Bashan.

The smoke cage is cold water and moon cage sand, and Qinhuai is near the restaurant at night.

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Lu Xiaotian recited ten poems in a row!