Year: Tang author:
The Chu River flows to the Chu Temple, and Nanmu has a red cliff back. Linxi inserted the old roots of the stone plate,
Moss Cangshan raindrops print. The tall branches make the leafy birds restless, half covering the white clouds and half covering the dusk.
The fragrant hall is gloomy and cloudy, and the flower niche is dripping. The more you listen, the bigger your head gets.
Smoke is worrying. The moon suddenly remembers the night in Xiangchuan, and the ape cries about the autumn in Hubei and bamboo.
Look at you, thousands of feet. You'll be rewarded today. I also know that Zhong Fan reports dusk,
Still lying in the meditation bed, love is strange.