Send off Liu Sicheng to Yuyao Su Shi. The heather tree behind the Zhonghe Hall, facing the bed with you, listening to the rain at night.
Yu Sheng complained sadly that he didn't meet anyone, but he saw wisps of cigarette smoke.
I sing and think about how to get back home, and sit and think about the crickets talking in the empty room.
In the Ming Dynasty, the locks were opened and people watched the tide, and their pride was competing with the tide.
You don’t see the silver mountains moving, but you only love the fragrance and the snow and mist.
Don't come and gather together as in the past, the city is empty and the cranes fly away.
My old man, everything will be over in this world, and you will also wash your mind and respect the Buddha.
The scent of the hand is newly written about the Dharma world view, and the pure eyes do not look down on the female Tenga.
How can there be an ancient county in Yuyao? The white spring in Longjing is sweeter than milk.
Buying out Gu Zhuchun with a thousand gold is like making a bet with the Yue people.