-Wen Tianxiang
The Wuyun window overlooks the rough waves and still carries the fragrance of Tang calligraphy.
At four o'clock in the sun and moon, the ecliptic is wide and the mountains and rivers are long.
Where is the return air? Who will sail alone in freezing rain?
Looking back on this decade of wandering, the new willow in front of the pavilion has already taken place.
Titeng wangge
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bi
When the towering pavilion meets the waterfront, it asks about the rise and fall.
Ming Luan Dong Ting knows where it is, and there is no one opposite Heshan.
Liuying sunset Zhu Jiang dusk, grass shop oblique Hino Tian Chun.
Flocks of seagulls are tired of sadness, too. They are closest to people who forget the plane.