A poem written by a man who manages love with his heart to a woman

I heard about tuas in the west,

Being a man is nothing.

The bright moon in Qiu Lai shines on Pengmen,

Incense filled the meditation room.

After Ling Zhishan's meeting,

I don't believe it.

Boys and girls worship Guanyin,

Why do servants hate Rongton?

I draw a blue river, and the water is leisurely.

Love the maple leaf sorrow on the night pavilion

The autumn moon melts and shines on the Buddhist temple.

Cigarettes wreathed around the warp building.