"I, I, can I recite a poem?" The little girl timidly replied.

"Okay, Mu En can also recite poems, that's great, let's start." Lu Guo said encouragingly.

"Hmm...the moon is shining brightly in front of the bed. I suspect it's frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown." The little girl said intermittently.