After the monk's house to the store, the Yamagata Sihe Road diverged.
Qingming pulp is sold in every village, and the grain rain tea is praised by the hospital.
If you lie in the window, you will become a butterfly, and if you are drunk, you will cry.
The setting sun is endless, and the temples and feet are slanting before the breeze.
: Song He Menggui "Occasionally"
The heavy hookah sells the fragrance of precious ducks, and the people in the mountain nest are in Yunshui Town.
Fish is different from Keiko's fish, but the butterfly is forgotten.
If you have a solid mind, you know that your body is a gift and things are in harmony with the Tao.
Qingming is a fairy world, and jade cream needs no furnace.
Bai Song Yu Chan's Six Poems of Cheng Weng
When I was drunk, I turned into a butterfly and put it on my pillow, sleeping with the snake in my pen.
There is nothing in my heart for a long time, and hunger is just a meal.
Song Hesun's My Topic
Although I have a tongue to use, I am too poor to have cone music.
A hundred years old can't escape from being young and old. It's good to think more.
There is no need to take the lead in autumn, but drawing history is painstaking.
A pillow on a spring night becomes a butterfly. Three poles sing in the morning.
Ming and Jin Zongzhi's Huashan Collection
There are green branches on the mound, and pedestrians compete to sing Huashan Ji.
Wild pool flowers eat cold food, and the soul of spring flies several times.