As a child, I knew not of the moon, calling it a white jade disc.
And mistook it for a mirror in the Jade Terrace, flying in the blue cloud's end.
A fairy hangs her feet down, as the cassia trees form dense circles round.
The white rabbit pounds the elixir to completion, I ask to whom will it be handed 'round.
...
Early in the morning, Li Nuo inscribed on a new painting, Li Bai's "Observing the Moon."
The painting depicted a bright moon, within which stood palaces, cassia forests abounded, palace maids dancing in veil, and the white rabbit pounding medicinal herbs.
Having survived last night's madness, he could no longer look directly at words like 'moon,' 'white rabbit,' and 'pounding herbs,' Anning truly was a little temptress, her enthusiasm, as opposed to his wife's aloofness, were at polar opposites.
The painting was lifelike, as if the lady in the moon was truly waving her sleeves in dance.
