Through the night, the breeze blows to my motionless tall mast and ripples on the grass shore.
The stars look down from the empty Yue Yong Tai Liu Jiang.
The name is about liberating my sick old age from the office! ?
But sandpipers in the vast world! Flying around, flying around, what am I like?
Autumn moths in the mountains
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
Bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves bend in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .