A broken hat covers the downtown, and a leaky boat carries wine.
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.
Hiding in the small building into a unified, regardless of winter Xia Chunqiu.
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. On the roof of the building at sunset, in the sound of a broken rainbow, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River saw Wu Gou and patted the railing, but no one came to board the ship.
Shui Longyin-Xin Qiji
Zuo Qiu's self-deprecating poems
The most frustrating thing is that the front-line people in Zuo Qiu have collapsed.
Love the world of mortals, a book is a lifetime.
The gods only feel sad, and you and I are the people who are destined to be.