A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain. "
Author: Wang Wan
Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Seven-syllable/seven-syllable quatrain
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if Luoyang friends ask me to come; Just say that I still bing Xin Okho, adhere to faith!
I don't know if you are satisfied ~ ~ ~