"Could you please sleep over there a little You're blocking me from working, Uncle." At this moment, a young stablehand carrying a feed bucket impatiently asked.,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.",A man of stature, unmatched in the world! Now his opportunity has arrived!。