Ten acres of Shan Ye is close to the stone culvert, and the village style has long been known. In front of the curtain, white mourning quiets Chun Yan, while the green mulberry leaves the late silkworm on the fence. Yunnuan picks tea to the north of Lingbei, and Yueming sells wine to the southwest. Lingyang is full of thoughts in autumn, and mangroves are rustling over Bitan.
The Revision of A Journey in Late Autumn
Look around the trees, and the boat will increase your thoughts. Clouds rush far and burn out, sails turn wild late. The sky is frosty and snowy, and wormwood at the water's edge is declining. The broken ape is unbearable and sad to hear.
In winter, I will visit Gaoding with Lu Shijun, and I will not visit a layman. Anxious.
Ren Fang marks a desperate situation and keeps a low profile. The brakes didn't work until dawn, and the wind was running out. The road in the city is far, and the lake is heavy on the mountain. The water shines on thousands of flowers, and the clouds open seven peaks. Leng Xiang is full of AI, and the air is green and white. Yi Yun knew it was hard to continue, and good travel hated it. I still smell the Zen stone, because I am calm for a long time.
Fifteen poems in illness? Bai Juyi's Moxibustion
What did the sick Buddha say about this? I wonder if it will disappear in an instant. Don't send a net name to know that I am laughing, and don't smoke with fire.