Baoshen
The dense old trees are shaded by moss, and Cangshan is deep all the way.
I don't know the summer heat in the promenade in June, and the flying spring rings all day.
An autumn night in the mountains.
Author: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Answer the nephew and monk's offer of Yuquan cactus tea.
Lipper
I have often heard of Yuquan Mountain, and there are many caves with milk caves. Fairy mice are like white crows, hanging upside down on the Qingxi moon.
Tea gives birth to this stone, and Yuquan does not rest. Genk spilled Jin Fang to moisten his bones and muscles.
Clusters are always rolling green leaves, and the branches are connected. Exposed to cactus, it seems to be patting the cliff shoulder.
If the world has not seen it, its name will be passed down. Zong Ying is a Zen master. He gave a good article.
There is no salt in the mirror. You are ashamed of Xi Yanzi. It's fun to sit in the morning, and sing and broadcast all the days.