A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano. A blowing sheng reed, a basket of gifts. People are very kind to me, just like showing me the way.
Li Yu, a Bodhisattva-level person
The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and powerful, and the new sound moves slowly. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
"Huang, who is in charge of the garden in sunny days and spring" Liu Yong
Who owns the garden in sunny days and spring? Warm method urges, the valley is peaceful, orioles dance, and the fragrant trees are moved at first. Seeing the wet golden clothes, Ye Ying speaks like a spring. Xiao Lai's branches are thick and thick, as if whispering his innermost meaning.