Ganzhou likes to collect books on autumn nights, and his heart flows silently month by month.
But when I see thousands of joys across the sea, I don't know how to be alone.
Green chickens crow tea to quench their thirst, while golden horses hiss wine to pick up their worries.
I always sigh that my predecessors compiled historical records, as if I were doing the Spring and Autumn Period.
That is, singing Hunan songs from the riverside, just to live in Pengcheng and visit Chu.
Brilliant pen, but still a scholar, fine print is more powerful than Hou Jun.
Sanyang shook his tail at Yao Yinhu and smiled and went back to catch the ugly cow.
Yuanyang used to play in Cuiguan, but piano and harp are popular this year.
Flowers are still fresh in the eyes, but silk lotus root is not behind.
Don't support the sun, just want to canoe under the moon.