Xin Qiji [Song Dynasty]
The bridge is flowing, and I want to go to Qianxi. Call an old friend, Mr. Companion and Mr. Feng. Through graceful and graceful, the calendar is small and rugged, the water is inclined, the mountain is half covered, and the bamboo is planted into a road. An imaginative statue left a deep and interesting impression. There are clouds on the mountain, watch the drizzle below. Wild flowers sing birds, refuse to enter poetry, but also like, laugh at Weng's poetry, and don't arrange every sentence.