海舟
Hai Zhou
龜背刮霜毛，兔頭截銀角。片月落寒潭，至今無摸索。
On the turtle's back, frosty fur is scraped; From the rabbit's head, a silver horn is cut. A sliver of moon falls into the cold pond— To this day, no one has found it.
Hai Zhou
On the turtle's back, frosty fur is scraped; From the rabbit's head, a silver horn is cut. A sliver of moon falls into the cold pond— To this day, no one has found it.