Tianzhu sings Tianzhu Peak at dusk. Ink grinds green dew month, while tea sucks white clouds.
Lying on the body covered with moss, the top of meditation is loose. Explore the mystery and make a decision, and go to Lin Qiong tomorrow.
This is a five-character poem by Dong Li, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
Dong Li, whose name is Cai Jiang, is from Jingzhao and Wang Sunye. Admire Jia Dao as a poem, cast his image, and act like a god. At that time, people were eccentric, but not expensive. Only Wu Rong called them that. Zhaozong was out of date, so he traveled to Shu. Three volumes of poetry.