On the night of the peak of the city outside the world, a swan goose and a whirlwind compose a melody.

The cold gauze covers the spring hole in the evening, and the distant and lonely dust in the clear dream.

How long did it take to meet again after bidding farewell in the early winter of Qingping.

Zuilan Township kisses the flower garden cave, why bother the willow shadow poetry and book festival.

On Qingnv Ridge, there is a clear morning and layers of misty clouds and mist.

Lightly describing the ink scroll case, quietly gathering sand on the beach.

The window mist is pure and the moon is full of freshness, where is the cover of nirvana comforting the soul of poetry.