One night in autumn, right when I was about to go to bed, the moonlight sneaked into the room with an invite, which I accepted with delight.
To share the fun, I went to Cheng Tian Temple and knocked on my friend Zhang Huaimin’s door. He’s not yet asleep either, so we took a walk in the courtyard. The ground was a pool of moonbeams, crisscrossed with the shadows of bamboos and cypresses, swaying like freshwater algae.
Which night doesn’t come with a moon? What place doesn’t have bamboos? Only that nobody else is as leisurely as us.
~ Translated from Su Shi’s “A Nightout at Cheng Tian Temple,” written in the Song dynasty
~ 蘇軾 (宋代) <<記承天寺夜遊>>