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A perfectly fine poem "Night Thoughts".
Before my bed, the moonlight glistens, I suspect it is frost on the ground.
I lift my head to gaze at the moon, then lower it to think of my hometown.
The words are good, they rhyme.
This poem has been praised and passed down since the Tang Dynasty, enduring through the ages.
Now, from Ye Xuan's mouth, it has turned into a lewd poem.
The beautiful word "moonlight" has become the mistress of a man.
The great poet, Qinglian Hermit, Li Bai, has become a vulgar person.
No.
More than just a vulgar person!
According to Ye Xuan, he is utterly filthy, despicable, and base.
