Time: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
Inside and outside Liuhe, if there is no Guanyin.
then this thread cannot be strong.
across this thirty-two correspondence, * * * this bright gathering.
after seeing Guanyin, I knew where the golden needle fell.
it rains every night in The goddess patching the sky.
p > p > p > p >
if you look at it from a height, you won't see it quickly.
I sat a little loose, so I forced myself to join the well.
the rest of The goddess patching the sky, this alchemist.
rubbing moss marks, there are elegant traces on it.
when you start pouring, you can't let the surface drop.
Looking up at the flying clouds, I feel that the sky is half narrow.
follow the second and third sons, and take care of me.
there has never been a successful spring, and success is the same as the past.
I forget my worry about Chitose. * * * This is a good laugh.