"Ancient Style Retreats".
The slender greenery is slightly bumpy, helping the light to enter the abyss. The shaking sand rises, and the mountain alley looks far away. If the mountain is not called the mountain, it is called Cuiwei; if the sea is not called the sea, it is called Cangyuan; the clouds are slender and the wind is Fuyao; the sun is called Fuguang; the moon is called Wangshu; and the gravel blown by the strong wind is called Jingsha.
The poems are full of green, fat, red and thin verses. Each word is vivid and transparent, making the heart clear and clear. I wonder if Lingnan is good. This place of peace of mind is my hometown, and the heart is fragrant. Seeing Nanshan leisurely with one petal, you must have all the joy in life if you are proud.