Poetry text
Patriotic poems are like mountains and clouds, and red skirts are not allowed to get drunk when they come.
I don't know that the wild brick crosses the mountain green, but I see a faint radial wave.
I remember Lu Dao, but it's hard to invite the general to scold him.
Take your own clothes.
) There is no owner in the evening breeze and sunset, so I don't hesitate to leave.
When no one crosses the clouds, bring wine, and lie down during the day with a book and skirt closed.
If you don't listen to the pearls in your voice, why do you tattoo your drunk face?
Monks accompany the fragrance society, and the poetry world wants to gather the stork goose army.
With your visit to the lakeside temple, the weather has been fine.