Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. -"Returning to the Rural Residence"
People who can catch up without admonishing the past; Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday. -"Return to Xi Word"
Leaning against the south window to send lofty sentiments, judge your knees to be comfortable. -"Return to Xi Word"
Climb to Dong 'ao to ease the noise and write poems in the clear sky. -"Return to Xi Word"
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. -"Drinking Five"
Jingwei holds the title of micro wood. Will fill the sea.
Xingtian United and danced together. Fierce ambition has always been there. -"Reading Shan Hai Jing 10"
Appreciation of strange pens. -("migration"
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. -"Returning to the Rural Residence"
Wood is thriving and spring is blooming. -"Return to Xi Word" I wish people a long time. . . .
Gone forever, the waves are rough. . . .
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable,
I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right. . .
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, willow in the spring palace all over the city. . .
Lingcheng mud is ground to ashes, and only fragrance remains. . . . .