He worked in Taihe for three years, assisting the official department of Shen Gong, Jiangxi. In the thirteenth year, I began to enjoy my books with beautiful songs. A year later, he moved to a town in Xuancheng and was placed in Xuancheng. At the age of two, he was the teacher of Shen's works. When I was two years old, I was in Dongcheng, Luoyang. I read it again and felt old and sad, so I gave it a poem.
You are Yu Zhangshu, and you have more than thirteen talents.
Cui Zhuo gave birth to a phoenix, while Lian had a beard.
The towering pavilion leans on the sky and a half, and Zhangjiang meets Bixu.
Here's the audition, special envoy huayan branch.
The master took charge of four seats, and he hesitated in shock.
Wu Wa began to praise, reflecting long and low.
You can compete with each other, and only in this way can you win.
Looking forward to hanging down the sleeves, a little phoenix called.
Countless strings have broken buttons, and the plug tube has cracked the reed.
Many voices can't be heard one by one, curling through the clouds.
The host sighed repeatedly and said that the world was different.
Give Tianma brocade and water rhinoceros comb.
Longsha watches the autumn waves, and the bright moon swims around Zhuhu Lake.
From then on, every time we met, it was sparse for three days.
Jade full moon, beautiful spring.
Crimson lips are getting lighter and lighter, and the clouds turn to Xu Xu.
It shakes to the east, and the song is lingering.
First frost trees withered, sand warm stream.
Beyond the dust, I was happy before I died.
Floating in the clouds, gathering Xianke, satirizing Fu and deceiving each other.
Baguio Pei, who was hired, took a Ziyun car.
The hole is closed far away, and the toad is lonely when the moon is high.
How old am I? My disciples are scattered in Levin.
See you in Los Angeles. Sorry to see you again.
What do you blame me for? A teenager with a white beard.
Whether friends travel today or not, it is more likely to expand.
After the door hall wailed, the water cloud appeared in autumn scenery.
The weeping willows hang in the setting sun, and the cool wind gives birth to a corner.
Shed your tears and tell a book in a short song.