The withered pine trees hung low on the front of the cliff.
Shi Lei Schiller Gorman
There should be some drunken flowers.
Hai shan xian sheng lai Chu
It's not easy to ban three bowls when your heart is broken.
Asked the fishing boat in the rock
Rotting clouds comb the halo with the rising sun.
Hai Yi Shan wuyue Movement
The shame of withered incense wears the same thread.
The scales of stone whales fluttered in the autumn wind.
Brilliant tomorrow, red sunset.