A poem that begins with a beam

Fang Shan Shi Chun Cen Can

There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the order.

I don't know how many people will go, but old flowers are coming.

Topic Shenyin Houbayonglou Cui Hao

Liang Ridong looked at Yang Shou, looking for the bigger building. The moon is in the green window, but the ancients are empty.

Jiangshan Song, Sichuan trombone Saihong. I hate this legacy when I climb the white clouds late.