Super Uncle

The bright moon hung high, at the end of the corridor.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home.","In this lifetime, since I've been reborn in ancient times, I absolutely cannot be ordinary again!"。