"A pool of moonlight before the bed, I took it to be frost on the ground. Raised my head to gaze at the moon, and lowered it to think of home."
It was a simple poem.
A masterpiece centered on homesickness composed by Li Bai, a romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, which had been popular over a thousand years.
On Earth, even a toddler could recite it without difficulty. It was certainly known by every single Chinese.
If looking at it in that light, the poem was the least bit special.
But for Li Mu, he felt his stomach do a flip-flop as he set his eyes on it.
Because the paper with the poem was delivered by an envoy from the Northern Song.
And the poem was written in Chinese, too.
It was a poem from Earth, written in a language used on Earth.
Surprisingly, it was sent to him b
