Poems about Wan Zi and Yu Zi

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.

A thousand chisels out a deep mountain, and the fire is only idle.

There will be millions of heavenly soldiers, all of whom are brave by me.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.

I used to be brave, but now the universe is flat.

Known as the dragon straight knife, * * * ring takes more than one.

At home, at home.

The mysterious door opened and the Su Su Temple was clearly visible.