Prison poem "in the mouth";
Bite the stone into a delusion, and the waves are Wan Li's sorrow; I never get tired of flying alone, but I am ashamed to chase seagulls.
Colorful, it is difficult to render intellectually; He had a good time and could recognize the blood spots.
Generous and strict Songcheng, calmly be a prisoner of Chu; Draw a knife for quick success and instant benefit, and live up to the young head.
Stay in the soul, and the remains pay for the ashes; Blue light never goes out, and it shines on the balcony every night.