Night berth near Fengqiao
Ji Zhang
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Du Mu's Huai Feng Wuzhong Scholar
The grass outside Cheung Chau Garden rustled,
But I remember revisiting the distant years;
Just don't forget today,
Evening smoke and autumn rain cross the maple bridge.
2. Broken bridge
Topic Gushan Temple in Hangzhou
Author: Zhang Hu
The balcony rises above the blue cen and extends to the middle of the lake.
There is no rain, the mountains are long and moist, and there is no cloud and no water.
The broken bridge is barren, and the empty courtyard is deep.
I still remember the moon at the west window and the bells ringing in the forest of steles.
Strolling by the West Lake, Ruyan Liu is as blue as a mirror.
The old broken bridge is in sight, but the white snake and Xu Xian are gone.
Looking at the semi-green hill outside the lake pavilion, it is also cold to repair the Liang Ying across the water.
The grass is green beside the trail, and the crane scares the jade and pecks it dry.