There is a personal poem.

Bathing spearmint, Huai 'an Midafternoon (Song: Wu Wenying)

Silk binds the wrist, the hairpin hangs skillfully, and the jade sleeps on the yarn. There is a silver bottle in the well, a window of color and clouds, and the youth of the past is in accordance with the contract. I was sad when I wrote a pomegranate skirt. When I came back from my dream, I was getting old and smoked in Tingzhou.

Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune. Resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain. Reading Qin Lou also personifies people's return, so you should cut calamus for your own consideration. But disappointment, a new toad with human horns.

Dragon Boat Festival Tour Temple Fair (Song: Su Shi)

Shoulder straps are suitable for any situation. If you win, you will stay. Burning incense leads to a quiet step, and drinking tea leads to a quiet feast. The light rain has stopped and the small window is more beautiful. When the sun is not seen in Penshan, the vegetation is pale. Suddenly climbed the tallest tower, and the view was poor.

Bian Feng shines on the battlements, making clouds float in the sky. The depth is gratifying and the opening is convenient. The clouds are not exhausted, and the market is late. When I come back, I will remember my calendar and never sleep. Taoist priests don't sleep, and they meditate alone at night.