Three paths of incense are separated, and the book thrower is opposite to one autumn. (Xiang Yun's "For Chrysanthemum")
The short temples are cold with three paths exposed, and the kudzu in September is frosty. (Tanchun's praise drama)
The branches sitting by the hedge knelt in the Leng Xiang. (Xiang Yun "Game")
Write on the beautiful side of your hair in the frost and sing to the moon with your sweet mouth. (Dai Yu's "Singing Chrysanthemum")
When you stood coldly, who hid and Bloom was late? (Dai Yu's "Ask Chrysanthemum")
There is no latitude and longitude in the road ahead, and the skin is black and yellow in spring and autumn.
Through the crane shadow in the cold pond,
Leng Yue buried the soul of poetry.
(Daiyu+Xiangyun's "Mid-Autumn Festival Evening Couplet")
Flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky, and red incense is pitiless. (Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers")
Clean up the quality, clean it up, and don't let the pollution sink into the ditch. (Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers")