The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
At dusk alone, with the aperture, the mountains are infinite.
It's easier to see when it's not.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery.
Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
A curtain of beads is idle, who will come all day?
Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality.
On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I want to see the shadow of Yuta Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.
Two Poems of Su Xiang's Mountain Partridge
Yumenguan guards for a long time, and the empty boudoir guards alone.
Cold dew and wet moss make autumn come.
People sit in brothels late, when bloom.
Too many people are worried about getting old, but heartbroken people don't know it.
Sitting in a small window watching Zhouyi, I wonder how long spring will go.
Easy to see in the forest, idle in the stream for gulls.
Easy to heaven and earth, easy to heart, difficult to heart.
Spend the safe wind and rain easily.
Time flies, but love can stay.