Poems with Li and Luo Ci

Dong Fang has rested,

Since the spring, Luo and other dances.

In the atrium, peaches and plums reflect the window,

The incense on the highland is more cut.

Turn to pity, peaches and plums are colorless,

The autumn is crisp and the jujube is fragrant.

Uncle Li Geng and Xiao Shu,

Xuan Xiangsen is staggering north.