He You's poem "Small Gathering"

Blowing your face is not cold, spring breeze is soft, and white-haired friends get together again.

Enjoy tea, books, strange stones, and drink wine frequently.

Looking at the sunset on Huang Helang Road, beautiful scenery flows into your heart.

Good-bye, friendship is there, mountains grow high.

(with a friend's poem:

? A short and casual party

On the fifth day of the first month, the spring breeze is sunny, and classmates and close friends like to get together.

Talking about calligraphy, appreciating stones, drinking tea and drinking.

On a whim, I drove to see the Yellow River and took the opportunity to walk through the snow to see the clear water.

The corridor winds around the water, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. )