Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were already autumn.
In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and all the leaves are hate.
Crickets only know that autumn comes early and there is a lot of rain on the banana.
Cicada makes silence in the forest, while Tonamiyama is more hidden.
My road twists and turns, through a valley covered by branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted, and only the Yangtze River is in the sky.
Brother misinterprets the boat, and all the red leaves and green hills are rushing.
People wake up at dusk, and it is raining all over the sky.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon is limited and the ends of the earth are scattered. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight after a glass of turbid wine. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The level is limited, laugh, I hope you can find a satisfactory answer as soon as possible.