A poem with Tianhe heart written on it.

We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. , the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Chang 'e should be able to steal the elixir of life.

In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, birds fly home on clear lakes and white beaches, leaves fall like the waves of waterfalls, and I watch the long river always roll forward.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two. There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

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.

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.